Friday, April 2, 2021
Musings on Progressed Moon Conjunct Natal Pluto
Been here before, 27.3 years ago to be precise.
It's scorched earth, it's blackened ice.
It's death a fortnight before First House rebirth.
It's questioning how much I'm really worth.
Of course, history rhymes instead of repeats;
There are different desires, different defeats.
January '94, grad school dropout, PTSD...
Now middle-aged, overweight, is this really me?
Back then I was mainly driven by art;
Now I'm gainfully employed with a broken heart.
Is a stormy connection better than being alone?
I scroll through opinions on my smartphone.
It's been six months since we fled the city;
It's some sort of magic that's not always pretty.
Somehow we dodged the bullet known as Covid-19;
In six weeks we are safe to make some sort of scene.
But first I must rise from my own ashes
And dry my tear-spiked eyelashes.
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Loved your essay in The Ingress, Spring 2021 edition! I thought the entire issue was stupendous, marrying literary writers with their astrology. Great writing about great writers. I’m now watching The Luminaries too. It’s exciting to watch a series that incorporates astrology so seamlessly and in an intelligent way. I hope The Ingress will do similar issues dedicated to all the arts.
ReplyDeleteBest, Sue Z Smith (Uranus rising)
Hi, Sue. Belated thanks for your kind words about my Ingress article about William Steig. That reminds me, I must load that article onto this site...and get cracking on my next Ingress article! Agree that an astrology and art or music issue would be wonderful...maybe ask Tracy Allen? Please email me at plutorisingastrologer@gmail.com if you have a site or would just like to discuss astrology sometime. Will have to check out The Luminaries, too.
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