Astrology for the Quad


sam­bear:
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.”*

god­dessin­ga:
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.

greyknight:
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 a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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