Horrorscope for Tuesday 11/25/03
Libra
The planets are moving you into a new cycle, dear Libra. Soon you will be in a new “story.” You will have to take stock of what you have learned in previous weeks. Who you are is related to the degree of peace you have in your life and whether or not you have been able to resolve some conflicts. Did you learn your lessons well? Without a doubt, you have a gift for calming tense situations.
Did I learn my lessons well, it asks. Yes. I surely did. This has been a year of lessons and I’ve learned them all. It’s been hard as hell, but I got there.
As always, I am thankful to my friends for walking along the road with me. I couldn’t have gotten where I did without Duty (aka: H), Twinnie, Kim, Sharon, Dr. Dave, Mark, and Detwiler. A big hug to each of you for listening to me and counseling me and putting up with my mood swings.
This year I am thankful for being able to fit into size 10 jeans once again, a brief respite from meds, a job that affords me time to goof off once I learned it, lots of time to do whatever the hell I want to, a hockey team that wins occasionally, nights spent up close and personal with Eddie Izzard and generally a decent life all the way around.
I pay homage to the wisdom of the Universe. When I listen, truly and well, it never sends me down the wrong path. I don’t always like what it tells me, but I have to admit that it guides me well and rewards me even weller (grin). I have been rewarded in so many ways this year and I take NONE of them for granted.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and family. You guys are the best.
For you:
:: That’s Just How That Bird Sings ::
see the morning light
it breaks the sky to the East
hear the birds above
announcing the light
like rays of love
hear the one who sings
as darkness clouds the Western sky
the one who sounds as though
he’s weeping for his long lost lover
he’s alone and sad
he betrays the bluest sounds
coming down
over the rooftops, into your dreams
that’s just how that bird sings
all the way until
the heat of the nighttime still
at that hour
all of the dreams devour the senses
mothers keep your child
far from home, they will roam
run to trouble first
it iz what they thirst for
to quench their sorrow
he’s alone and sad
he betrays the bluest sounds
coming down
over the rooftops, into your dreams
he will sing despite the approaching night
as though you know just what he means
i suppose
that’s just how that bird sings . .
Happy Thanksgiving!