Sometimes your life is unicorns and rainbows* and sometimes it is dung beetles and mud puddles. It’s all unicorns when everything seems to just fall into place and dung beetles when nothing ever seems to go right.
March winds have arrived with a fury of tornados devastating parts of the Midwest and the south, all of which occurred under the squaring of Venus and Saturn and the moon, a very sad combination indeed.
The following is a guest post by Angelita Williams.
To really mature, you have to understand who you are and what you want and need. It is only through self-awareness that one can create self-improvement and, in turn, find self-satisfaction.
We never stop.
We’re always going, going, going.
We conduct conference calls while getting dressed in the morning, check email at night, and work on the weekends to make sure we stay on top of it all. Add kids to the picture and the so-called balance we claim to work for gets, well, further off balance.
Mothers of the World, please unite with me on the subject of “no more deprivation.” Somewhere and somehow, someone told mothers they had to give up all the little luxuries that once made them happy and become self-abnegating sacrificial lambs. Truly, a colossal mistake because a long period of deprivation is not on
One of my grandmothers was married three times. Each time a husband died, she found another within a year or so. My other grandmother lived the same way. Her adored soulmate died after 25 years of marriage and a cruel illness; within a year she had a new last name.
What is it about Aquarians? There have been more US Presidents born in February than any other sign. Washington, Lincoln, Reagan, William Henry Harrison and although his birth was January 30th, FDR was also an Aquarian. With the exception of Washington, the other three were born earlier in the month, under the star, Danistha, symbolized in the Hindu myth
I'd like to think that I am a relatively sane person, although "insane" has been bandied about every now and again when describing my behavior. However, in the insane/sane production credits last night, insane definitely got top billing.
It wasn't long ago that I was laying in a fetal position, a big ball of regret, confusion and hopelessness, on the cold (and dusty) kitchen floor of my studio apartment in New York, located at the mouth of the Lincoln Tunnel.
The depression that I have endured since I was a child had come back with a vengeance, testing my strength, resolve and ability to get up off of the floor.
