May 29, 2002

• “Good point, Pollyanna.”

  Astrological jargon ALERT! Some may find this obscure or offensive.
  It is equally unevolved to take offense as to give it, but that’s
  beside the point. If you speak astrologese, you might find this
  interesting.

  The old fart laughs at the extent of my optimism. I can always find
  the good side–a while back, I noticed a small crack across my sno-jog.
  I remembered that I’ve had these boots over three years. I used to wear
  out more than a pair of sno-jogs in a single winter sometimes. Chopping
  wood and hauling water in extreme cold is hard on shoes. I said to the
  guys, “Know what’s good about being sick? Boots last longer.” The old
  one’s response: “Good point, Pollyanna.” That’s not the first time he
  has noted my resemblance to the famous fictional optimist.

  There are some astrological aspects, such as the grand trine, which
  are generally agreed to be “lucky”. The old fart has a major grand
  trine. He could fall into the outhouse and come up with a box lunch.
  Not that anyone would want a box lunch that came out of there, but
  that’s the way he expresses it. If I had a chart like that and
  a life like his, I might appreciate it. From the perspective I have in
  this life, though, that kind of luck seems boring.

  I value intensity and challenge. I love it when things are interesting.
  And I am lucky enough to have an interesting chart and an interesting
  life, and to have been born in interesting times. That’s an old curse,
  you know? “May you live in interesting times.” I’ve heard it called
  Celtic, Chinese and Gypsy… Sounds like Romany to me. Times of great
  change, when things are out of balance, out of focus, can be traumatic
  to some, exhilarating to others. I’m having fun here now.

  Most of my planets are up in the ninth and tenth houses, with a
  Moon/Mars conjunction on the Midheaven in Libra. Neptune is also
  conjunct my Moon. My soulmate Greyfox, whom I sometimes call the old
  fart, also has a Moon/Neptune conjunction in Libra, along with his Sun
  and Venus. His Moon is within a single degree of my Neptune, and my
  Moon is in the same degree as his Neptune. My Venus is in Libra, too,
  conjunct the Midheaven.

  But Libra Schmibra, where things really get interesting is in my
  Virgo-Ninth House . My ninth has so many things in it that a few
  chart-print programs leave out Mars, just not enough room to cram it
  in. My Sun is conjunct (combust) the asteroid Chiron around 25 degrees
  Virgo. Around ten degrees Virgo, Jupiter is conjunct Mercury and the
  asteroid Ceres.

  My Ascendant at about 25 degrees Sagittarius, and Saturn at about 10
  degrees Cancer, and a few other things close to the tenth or
  twenty-fifth degrees of their respective signs, map out a pattern that
  I call the Curse/Blessing Pattern. Transiting squares, trines,
  sextiles, etc., come in bunches with this configuration. No cloud
  without a silver lining; no rose without a thorn. When it rains…
  build an ark.

  I am a woman for my times, indeed, with Stationary Direct Uranus in
  Gemini, trine Moon and Mars, square Mercury and Jupiter. I wasn’t born
  at this time to witness the dawning of the New Age, I was born to
  participate. If I didn’t like complexity and challenge, I wouldn’t be
  having so much fun–there are 9 conjunctions, 2 oppositions, 7 trines,
  11 squares and 5 sextiles in my chart.

  I guess I’ll stop now, before I bore even the astrologers, or give away any of my intimate secrets.

  Hmmm. What’s your sign?
  

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