I like to think of myself as an energetic, unpredictable sort, but I'm not--I'm intensely predictable. I know that certain thoughts mean certain things.
For example: I know that I am depressed right now. It's a mild depression, nothing serious, no need to call the men in white suits. I was excitable and manic for weeks through the semester; now the semester is over and I am coming down. In the immortal words of Stuart Smalley: And that's...okay.
I know I'm depressed because today I thought that doing a couple of Tarot layouts was the best way to determine what's going to happen to me.
Yesterday I mentioned that I collect two things: fountain pens and Tarot decks. I haven't touched my Tarot decks since we moved into this house, any more than I've touched the fountain pens, but I know where the Tarot decks are.
When I used to do Tarot readings a lot, I usually used it as a way of reflecting what I was thinking. For example, one time I did about 3 layouts in a row on the question, "Should I break up with my boyfriend?" It took 3 layouts for me to figure out that no matter what cards came up, the answer I was looking for was, "Yes." (I did.)
When I look to Tarot cards to tell me what's going to happen to me, to give me some ray of hope and sunshine in my life...I'm depressed. I'm looking for easy answers. I want someone else--in this case, the All-Powerful Mystical Forces Of The Universe--to run my life.
I'll get over this. Ask me about Tarot cards next week; I'll say, "I don't have time for that."
Real Astrology, though...that's the real dope. This week's horoscope:
Conditions had to be just right for Goethe's creative juices to flow.
The Geman author was able to write only if there were no dogs barking
nearby and only if he had an apple rotting in his desk drawer. I've got
a similar problem. I simply must do all my work while sitting in a giant
bed, and I lose my concentration if I don't glance periodically at the
unicorn pinata hanging from the ceiling. You, on the other hand, Leo,
need no preconditions at all in order to be creative these days. Even if
you were surrounded by singing plastic snowmen in a schlocky shopping
mall, you could conjure up highly original notions about anything you
set your mind to. So just think what acts of sublime genius you'll be
capable of if you manage to root yourself in your power spot now and
then.
The other thing I've been doing, for a lot of the day, is surfing the Web. There's not a lot of new content out there. People: I need content! Please bare your lives for me. I need something to read.
Darin would like to protest my characterization of him in these pages.
He does not believe in tossing everything into a box, waiting several months, and then throwing the box out. He believes in throwing everything into a box, waiting several months, and then going through the box and sorting through whatever's in there, most of which has probably lost its urgency, due to the passage of several months.
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