The pair of eclipses that ended 2009 and launched 2010 packed a wallop for this Capricorn native, but I suspect they were simply setting the scene for those coming up on June 26 and July 11, 2010, given all the heavenly shenanigans firing up in the cardinal signs.
When I look ahead at my transits for these Cancer-Capricorn eclipses, I see beaucoup challenges for my entire identity. I already knew this would be my Hanged Man year. I’m ready to surrender. But that doesn’t stop me looking for resources I can call on.
For example, this Saturday, I might get some help from Uranus, with its potential to bring me flashes of divine inspiration. And in July, it’ll be Neptune with its depthless mysteries. Neptune is also the natural correspondent to the Hanged Man. Will it simply knock me off my feet — a victim of powerful forces beyond my control? Or will I perhaps I will be, for a time, swept out of the rational world for a rebirth of deep, fluid connection with the source of life itself.
Who can say? All I know is I’ll be calling on my guides for help, paying attention to my dreams and keeping a journal close at hand. How ’bout you?
Photo credit: Flowery *L*u*z*a*
This morning before waking, I was traveling in Colombia and very ready for breakfast. Trouble was, no one explained that I should seek the food that taverns always lay out for patrons, rather than fruitlessly wait for a server to come take my order. (Is this true in Colombia? It seemed so real!)
Also, I was fascinated by local children patiently feeding coin after coin into an odd vending machine and watch it create a chocolate bar the size of a hardcover children’s picture book, wrapped in gleaming gold foil.
That’s my kinda tavern, for sure. If you were the handsome stranger joining me at my table, let me know, okay?
On July 2, I completed the third road trip squeezed into a period of less than three weeks. (Shortest driving time one-way: 2 hours. Longest: 4 1/2 hours.) What an invigorating month it was!
I’ll get posts up about trips 1 and 2, I’m sure. The third is the easiest, though, because there were no huge “ahas!” At least, none that have come to light so far.
So far, it seems a simple overnight trip made for the extraordinary reason that one of my 2nd-grade best friends was visiting my adopted state for the First Time Ever, and hoped we could get together while she was here. Too far to ask her to drive all the way to my home, we arranged a hotel in a charming city an hour from where she’d been attending her business conference, and 3 hours from my home. It was easy to enjoy her company, though I was sad to not feel us connecting on any but the most superficial levels.
After a leisurely breakfast, she said farewell and drove her rental car to the distant airport for a flight home. But my trip wasn’t quite done. An online friend had left a voice mail hoping to meet me while we were both in town, and I gladly hung around for her, because she normally lives more than 9,000 miles away!
Yup. Her residence is in Bangkok, Thailand, but she was visiting my adopted state at just the right time for us to have a quick “hi” and a hug. I can’t count it as an “aha!” per se, but it was certainly a treat. Thanks ladies–both of you.