Astrology for the Quad

CANCER (June 21-July 22): The passage below was written by the poet James Tate. As you read it, I’d like you to imagine that it describes an unfinished metaphor for a situation you’re actually involved in. Then write a few sentences in which you speculate on what will happen next. Here’s the passage. “Mostly we were able to ignore the hairy thing in the corner. It seemed to be leaking some green fluid, but we could walk around that. It gave off an unpleasant odor, a cross between Limburger cheese and a decomposing skunk, but we never mentioned it. We didn’t seem to have a plan for getting rid of it. It wasn’t really hurting anybody. And then one day I thought I heard it singing. And another day it seemed to say *I love you.”*

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Below are a few events that the cosmos is conspiring to put on your schedule in the coming weeks. You *could* postpone them until later in the year, but I believe you’ll have best results if you surrender to their necessity in the near future. 1. Open your heart as far as it’ll go without ripping it apart. 2. Dive into a whirlpool of emotions without being pulled to the bottom or swept away. 3. Deepen and intensify a juicy relationship with a worthy ally, but without distorting your relationship with yourself. 4. Get smarter about love than you ever dreamed it was possible to be.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): “After several hours of careful rumination and a difficult weighing of the possibilities,” said a character on the TV show “Frasier,” “I have decided to be playful today.” This is the exact approach I recommend for you in the coming week, Libra. Be disciplined in your preparations for a wild release. Carefully organize the events that will allow you to explode in joyous spontaneity. Think long and hard about how you can bring more fertile, rejuvenating chaos into your life.

And me:
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Here’s one of my favorite paradoxes. All of us are eminently fallible nobodies. We’re crammed with delusions and base emotions. We give ourselves more slack than we ever give anyone else, and we’re brilliant at justifying our irrational biases with seemingly logical explanations. And yet it’s equally true that every one of us is a glorious creation unlike any other in the history of the world. We’re all stars with inexhaustible potential, gods and goddesses in the making. This week, Scorpio, I suspect you will vividly embody this paradox, as you range from the ignominious depths to the breathtaking heights.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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