Wherever You Are
Pisces (February 18 - March 19): Jupiter will be traveling through the most spiritual angle of your horoscope all year. Look for remarkable meetings with your higher purpose in May and December.
Thursday. OK, it's now after ten, just back from breakfast, my usual café full of diners since I arrived later than my usual time, some faces recognizable as regulars who've arrived later themselves, reading the papers full of stories of people who departed in 2008, people who are about to arrive in 2009. A low key start to another year, I'm thinking, the sun shining, the air cold, the day set out before me not unlike so many days that have been set out before me over these last several years. Are there changes ahead? Probably not, although there's a list of personal inconveniences that could fix themselves, evaporate without any qualms. Here in Oakland.
I'm tired of reading recaps of the year 2008, tired of hearing what happened to the markets, housing and the people of whatever country who've been dying due to our attention or its lack. Name one good outcome in the Middle East? Well, we managed to shoot ourselves in the feet and that brought the price of gasoline down, but we had to bring everything else down to do it. I'm tired of reading about it in the morning papers. I'll probably miss reading about it in the morning papers when all the morning papers go out of business in the coming months, but that's the old guy talking, a murmur, a relic of the past.
Are we feeling blue?
No. We're almost two weeks beyond the shortest day of the year now, the days are growing longer. There's a couple of months of gloomy weather ahead, but they will pass and it will be Spring with the capital “S”. That never fails to bring a smile, even to this old face. Will it cause me to venture forth into the future, get in the car and drive? Who knows? It might. Life will throw you curves when you're least expecting it, at least that's what the horoscopes imply.
Later. OK, the blahs of the morning have mellowed, maybe because I decided to take the little pills this afternoon that I skipped taking this morning, maybe because whatever imbalance it was that caused the blahs has righted itself, with or without attention. A good sign, though, the aching head aching less, skipping the little pills because, well, I didn't think they were required. I can get my head around that for the coming year if that's in the cards.
If the local horoscope says the future is looking good and you're going to find romance on South Seas beaches, well, head for the beaches. Pick the upbeat pieces the world is willing to whisper, give them a chance. We are not in a funk, we are in our New Year's Day retrospective and there's always a certain feeling of emptiness involved. The local paper doesn't have a horoscope you like? Find another paper, search one out on the web. Emptiness evaporates in a few hours, particularly if you beat it back with a good breakfast and a nap, at least that seems to work often as not in Oakland.
You just running on, you don't believe any of it.
The day went slowly, no urge whatsoever to leave the apartment after I'd returned from breakfast. The mood lightened as the day progressed and now I'm ready for the year to start. Tomorrow. Which is good. Here in Oakland. There in wherever you are.