Archives for May 2007

Ladies, you’re invited to a Girls Night Out with Cosmo + Moonkiss on 6/7!

Cosmopolitan Magazine has invited moi(!) to participate in an evening of cavorting among clothes and staring at the stars. Ladies, I’ll be giving mini-readings (4-5 mins). Fun! Fun! Fun! Join us for hors d’oeuvres, personal stylists, clothes and astrology. Venus enters Leo this week – trust me, you’ll be in the mood to party and shop.

The details:

The Bioré Style Swap is where women get together to
swap gently worn clothing and handbags. Join us for
clothes swapping, hors d’oeuvres, astrology readings,
personal stylist consultations, and more!

Thursday, June 7, 2007
6:30 pm
Bambuddha Lounge
(Located inside the Phoenix Hotel)
601 Eddy Street
San Francisco

What to bring:
Gently worn clothing items and/or handbags

To RSVP, visit cosmopolitan.com/biore.

Full Moon in Sagittarius, May 31, 2007

Sun in Gemini is like a flashy book with glitter and silvery things, and universal symbols and strange script that look like Angelina Jolie’s tattoos on the cover. And like any good book, you’ve just got to open it wide open to find out what’s inside. The Sagittarian Full Moon is a wide open and curious mind. We reach our hand into the goody bag and find all sorts of strange textures, itches and hankerings to do this or that. Which one will it be? On one hand or the other…As always with this Gemini and Sag combo, we can make a compelling case for darn near every option. Not all of them are sane or rational. So what? Who cares? We want to expand like a balloon, to rise higher than we’ve been before. Enthusiasm gives wings to the dullards of the world. And for those who can’t rise to the occasion, enthusiasm gives those dullards the big brush off.

Who said Sag Moon was sane or rational? Not me. It’s the highly improbable Sag energy that motivates the lives of entrepreneurs, adventurers, travelers and explorers. As a Sag friend said recently, “I wasn’t born to be in a cubicle. I was born to jump out of planes.” Need I say more? Mind you, I’ve just returned from a long journey in which a certain expansive lightness of being was cultivated when I spontaneously decreed “Let’s go to Budapest!” I personally witnessed my emotional and physical energy move from a lukewarm utterance, “I’m alright” to an enthusiastic “Ready for anything!” All it took was a little transatlantic time spent in the clouds for that lightness of being to hit my bloodstream like a drug. Far better than the paltry Bloody Mary high, this sense of expansiveness lives between the clouds…just out of reach, you see. The whole Sagittarian thing is built that way. Don’t try and argue with it. It’s wilier and trickier than a rascally wabbit…and a perfect match for Sun in Gemini.

I’m not one to sugar coat things. Let’s just say it’s a mixed bag.

Because you just can’t spend your life wandering the globe. While I cultivated my worldly sense of empowerment, I also cultivated a raging yeast infection. It’s impossible to travel on a diet. When in Rome, ya know? For years, my California diet and subtle bodies do not allow me to eat cheese, bread, yeast and sugar unimpeded by severe distress. Who cares? C’est la vie! I’ve officially deemed myself free of obstacles. I’m functioning on a travelers grace…kind of like travelers cheques but without insurance. When I return, I’m still free for a few days. But you know what hasn’t left – that lightness of being, that unquantifiable expansion of the soul. Who can measure it? It’s the knowledge that I am a far bigger player than I once was. And boy was it worth it.

There are certain things one must do before one dies. (Every Sagittarian reader nods here.) However…Sagittarius has a little issue, a minor problem you see with breaking this whole enchilada appetite down into bite-sized manageable life chunks. When you can only envision a big, wonderful that way over there, handy Gemini Sun knows how to finagle an angle on this, over here. It’s a question of proportion. You just find a way to get the same deal without getting on, or jumping out of, the plane. If you’re looking for heaven, focus on what’s in front of your mug. Self-help gurus, life coaches, spiritual folk do this really well. They’re the ones that bring blissful soul-expanding teachings down to earth. Woo-ha! Instant dose of inspiration, just like that…err this.

This whole human potential movement is an amazing Sagittarian thing really. And that potential of a self bigger than this one is translated through books, teachings and spiritual education. And in Gemini style, word by word, piece by piece, step by step we make that big giant leap in consciousness. No matter how brief, how small the bit of information, the mysterious expansiveness, the bigger than life largesse reaches into the spaghetti neurons and the primal beast who wants to roam and the information gets in there. Your daily horoscope illuminates a synchronicity; the information exchange you’ve fostered among friends yields a fabulous new opportunity. You puzzle at the puzzle and then the puzzle clicks. You’ve got to open the cover of the book though, to tear into the travel section and figure out where you’re going next to activate any of your handy ad-hoc skills.

Apparently expansion requires some major heaven to earth finagling.

Quincunx’d again

I’m back on the wagon.

After eating my share of sweets and yeasty treats through Europe, I was kind of expecting it. You know ladies -the dreaded yeast infection. What’s astrologically synchronistic about this is it happens on this day when Venus is quincunxed by Neptune. That funny quincunx, who knows what to expect? It’s got this “breaking up is hard to do” thing going on with Venus and Neptune…surrender the sweets, my pretty, all the yummy yeasty treats, the too close for comfort relationships with food, beauty and love that you’ve enjoyed. Yes, Neptune loves to take things away and Venus in Cancer has been nursing herself on some mighty sweet mother’s milk, mmm mmm good. What’s your sweet mother’s milk -is it a relationship to food, are you substituting real food for soul food, or are you feeling the codependence of a symbiotic relationship creep in? Are you being called to “mother” and nurture above and beyond the call of duty? Is Neptune asking you to give something up right now, something you love? To completely change your tune, ready or not? Is it a senseless surrender or can you find a reason to “give it up”?

The lure of the exotic

Budapest is a Sagittarius city, Hungary a Sagittarius country (Lilly, Dariot), the astrological sign of the foreigner, priest, wanderer and teacher. As the sign where wisdom is acquired on the zodiac wheel, after the dark night of the soul of the Scorpio and before the wise elder of Capricorn, Sag’s task is daunting. How can we ever grow in wisdom without suffering? We’ve left Scorpio’s intense emotional waters and must learn to walk the long, dry desert of Capricorn without. What happens when we look up in the night sky and there is no guiding light? We learn to survive on faith.

Hardly exotic sounding, is it? No, this is exotic in the original meaning of the world. Exotic simply means different, not the flower behind your ear or the smell of some fabulous “exotic” scent. And depending on your surroundings, exotic can feel either stimulating, fascinating, as in a holiday to some place you’ve never before visited or completely, utterly bewildering. My experience has been both.

Sagittarius also sits across from and so opposes Gemini. If Gemini is the friendly character who owns your corner store, your sibling, your neighbor and kin who speaks your language (think immigrant cities like New York and London, Gemini both) Sagittarius is the stranger who you cross paths with but do not understand – without effort if at all. Yes, it will be difficult to communicate and understand one another. On an elementary level, language is the people connector, the copper cable over which the waves of understanding travel. Budapest is bordered by Austria, Croatia, Romania, all non-Hungarian speaking countries and the Hungarian language has Finnish roots! Reading the guidebook, I learn that out of all European languages, Hungarian resembles none. Nada. This proves challenging for European and English speaking travelers alike. So you can imagine what it’s like to arrive at the busy train station in Budapest for the very first time – absolutely disorienting!

I missed the boat to Budapest

After talking with our Viennese friends, we decide to the remaining few days of our trip on a quick jaunt to a neighboring country. Prague? Greece? Budapest. I don’t know why I’m so captivated by the thought of visiting this east meets west city straddling the Danube, once the most important hub for trade Actually, they’re two distinctly different cities – Buda and Pest. It sounds so exotic. When I think of visiting, I imagine myself as the teenaged heroine of a childhood novel I must’ve read, being sent off for holiday from her boarding school, to the orient to meet her diplomat parents. I’m wearing a late 19th century dress petticoats and a traveling hat, looking through the window of my train on this strange city. Could it be a past life connection, or am I under a spell? This fantasy, this strange magic magnetism is so compelling that I override my husband’s desire to go to the Austrian mountains, hike and spa (which sounds like a little slice of heaven after the past few days city living) by continually offering Budapest as a better suggestion. A recommendation from his Viennese colleague reinforces my wish – Budapest’s hustle and bustle is young, alive, not to be missed.

The reality is we missed the boat to Budapest. So we caught the train. I misread the travel site (“no reserved seats” does not mean “no advance tickets”) and of the 60+ passengers, 6 of which have no tickets, we are the only two people who do not make it on the boat. And we have a hotel room booked for 2 nts. in Budapest, not Vienna. We find out where the train station is and bags in tow, sit down in an internet cafe, waiting 2 hours for the next train. This is a sign, I think, of unexpected changes to come. And maybe, just like my fantasy, I am supposed to be on the train to Budapest. The boat to Budapest was not meant to be.

Give Saturn a break, says Neptune

Neptune that planet of discontent, dreams, imagination and punch drunk divine love is going retrograde and he’s left a note at the doorway for the Saturn part of us – who is quite honestly, terrified of losing his cotton pickin’ grip on reality. Saturn’s learning tho’ that without creative and spiritual replenishment he really loses it.  Lean into it, let your consciousness stream and dream…

Dear Saturn (in Saturn’s language),

Don’t insist on reality. Really, honey its better that way.

Don’t argue with your writer’s block, get mad that the kitchen’s a mess again or that you just spilled coffee on your white sweatshirt (that’ll teach you to not be fool enough to wear white on a Neptune day). Don’t force yourself to concentrate when you’d rather daydream, and don’t put off writing down your dreams, inspirations or lay in the sunshine because you’ve got to work on the project that kidnapped last years creative energy and threatens to take this year’s down, too. Don’t hurry. Don’t drown your creative energy in overwork, insistence on “the way things are” which always leads you to hit the bottle of emotional self-pity and self-doubt, hard. Reflect. Lose yourself. Go to the park, the sea, anywhere you can to get yourself outside that shell of a cubicle self you’ve inhabited like a prison term. Don’t insist on your “should”. Really, dear, you’ve insisted on reality far too long, it’s what trapped you in this colorless world and sends you scheduling weekend meditation stress survival retreats, yoga between lunch and conference calls like a multi-tasking maniac. You can’t get rid of me with drugs, God, belief…still too solid. I’m far more fluid than a Friday night bender….

Shift into Neptune’s stream of consciousness…. Sleep in let your spirit rise when it’s moved to. Keep your obligations but don’t sacrifice your wellness for them. Notice what you’re feeling…subtly manipulated by someone… sensitive and vulnerable…trapped in a dream,

longing for escape… haunted, slightly out of reach, love… yearning, yearning….inspiration…confusion… light streaming through a cathedral window…organ music, soft and powerful…spinning around in circles, dizzy…connected beyond time and space…a Georgia O’Keefe flower, infinitely small and large…weeping…ecstatic…forgiveness…whooooooooossssssssssssssshhhhhhh
Go farther deeper….what is that feeling…where is the loss coming from? Is there an “I” or is there only space….Noticing…

What is your music, your song? What is your theme? What does it sound, taste, feel like….what’s it’s color?

Vast space….the infinite expanse of time…..I have all the time in the world to accomplish your mission of self-crumbling….surrender the layers, peel back

There are no complete sentences where I’m from…no periods (.) No certainty…the only solution to your big dilemma is to be unsure… embrace your confusion… accomplishment is a ruse, a scene stealer from the real show of Spirit connecting everyone and everything everywhere…whoooooooooooooooooosssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh

Say it with me…”I AM…and that is enough”

Love ya babe,

Neptune

p.s. – will you water your soul while I’m gone?
p.p.s.- and also feed the beauty around you?