Archives for July 2007

Shadowboxing with Mars in Taurus

Today’s astrology is not lightweight. More like benchpressing. I awakened this morning from a shadowboxing dream. I was being stalked by a predator, and although this was never a physical reality for me, through the screen of my own natal Mars/Pluto square I recognized him as a symbolic piece of my self. In an earlier dream sequence, I raised my hand to strike someone I loved. I was the perpetrator of violence, which shocked the “Me” in the dream. Oh, and this was followed up by a scathing email from an angry client and news of a death in my extended family – all before noon. Wow, this red guy really packs a punch!

Here’s the gift of astrology: it allows me to objectively evaluate my own and other’s aggression (and fear of aggression) without self-judgment. Everyone has a Mars figure in their chart – the aggressor and empowering figure. People have different relationships to the “I AM” planet of personal empowerment, righteous anger, passive aggressiveness and unfathomable violence – as evidenced by their relationship to Mars. Mars can be forthright; he can be suspicious and sneaky. But one thing’s for sure, our relationship to our own anger affects how we get what we want (or don’t want) from the world.

Right now, Mars in Taurus is squaring Saturn in Leo –AND- being quincunx’d by Pluto. Mars in Taurus is slow to anger but when he get’s going, he stubbornly persists down the same path, you know – the one that’s not working. Immovable Saturn is blocking the expression of anger, making it hard to let it out. When Pluto comes along and quincunx’s the stalemate, the shadow emerges. There’s the juice. When we can see our shadow, we can take responsibility for our “fighting style”. What’s the shadow of anger? Victimization. Personal abnegation of your own aggression. Not taking responsibility for what you want. Any others?

This timely article on Yahoo Health today (do the media have personal astrologers or what?), “What’s Your Man’s Fighting Style?” by David Zinczenko is a fun read and a worthy exploration for Martian Stargazers. You may even want to check out his book, Men, Love & Sex: The Complete User’s Guide for Women. But remember ladies, knowing your own fighting style (instead of blaming your man) is the best offense you’ve got going. As within, so without. Here’s my astrological stab at the red guy (shown in bold) with quotes from Zinczenko’s Fighting Style:

The D.A.
Personality Type: Competitive. Mars in Aries, Mars in Scorpio

“…About 20 percent of men in this survey admit that they say they fight like lawyers – trying to demolish a woman’s arguments with logical, rational reasoning to catch her in a lie or make her confess. This tactic may mean that the guy wins the logical side of the disagreement, but his battering-ram style won’t win him any emotional points in the long run.”

The Surfer, Personality Type: Lllllaaaaaaaid Back. Mars in Pisces

“…Goes with the flow, dude. This kind of guy lets life roll off his back – he understands the woman’s point of view, and he tries to make her happy, even at his own expense. Works well in many cases, but not all the time – especially for the woman who subconsciously may want a fight, just to make sure he’s as emotionally invested in the relationship as she is.”

The Old-School Patriarch Mars in Taurus
Personality Type: Stuffy

“…Silent treatment. No words, no confession, no way you’re going to trip him up into seeing it your way, because he’s not saying a word. The passive-aggressive move – the most frustrating of all fighting tactics – only works to infuriate, which is exactly why he does it. The short-term satisfaction of making her madder usually doesn’t pay long-term dividends.”

The Salesman Mars in Leo, Mars in Sag
Personality Type: Smooth

“…About a quarter of men admitted in the survey that they will say “I love you” to get themselves out of arguments. It’s a good, charming move -one that can work, and one that he most likely uses when he knows he’s wrong. He uses adoration to substitute for confession.”

The Poet Mars in Libra
Personality Type: Stubborn and Soft

“…He does something wrong, he knows it, he tries to explain why he did it, she doesn’t buy it, he backs off. Now, he reverts to his preferred method of communication: email. The carefully crafted message – complete with confession, explanation, compliments, and a dash of humor – allows him a chance to speak without conflict. It’s safe, though a smidge cowardly. But he uses it to control his feelings and the message – and to end the argument as soon as possible.”

Full Moon in Aquarius and a Summer of Love

“Let the sunshine in, Let the sunshine in…” – Hair soundtrack

I wasn’t around in 1967. So I don’t know what it was actually like at that first Human be-in, Golden Gate Park, January of 1967. But I’ve seen pictures of the Summer of Love. The Summer of Love was the consummation of a full scale social revolutionary marriage. True to Aquarian form, hippies weren’t capitulating with one another, but an ideal. It’s free love, man. The love was free that summer, so was food, drink and drugs. Everyone who danced to the beat of a different tribal drum came to San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury to follow their rainbow future. The style icon of the 21st century was born – a “hippie” in flamboyant costume and long uni-sex hair (as a nod to individualist and image-conscious Leo).

The Summer of Love was more than the passing patchouli whiff or bong hit of a social fad. It was outright war. On the Government, the Enemy. Summer Lovers rejected institutional values, practiced sexual liberation and started revolutions in art and spirituality. Eastern philosophy liberated minds, communal living liberated family units and non-traditional relationships liberated the missionary position. Truth to self reigned supreme. No one wanted to fight a war they didn’t believe in. Parents, government, almost every institution limited individual freedoms. For Aquarius, the rights of the individual needed to matter more than the popular Group think. This new Group had a manifesto everyone could agree on: love, peace and happiness, which gave free rein to a new kind of individual. Power to the people. A distinct shift was beginning; the equinox was precessing into the constellation of Aquarius.

So this all bubbled up on my way to a doctor’s appointment when to avoid the certain wait, I popped into a San Francisco art gallery. I viewed photos of the Summer of Love, families, friends, neighbors and children holding hands. In their solidarity, I saw people joined together in a journey. Their faces wore that certain recognizable look of purpose, a sense of mission. Barefoot and diverse, youthful, strong and confident. They were united by a common cause close to their hearts. I was struck by the passage of time, how much and little has changed. So much for progress. Are we any better off now than we were then?

I was also struck by the way people from a different slice of history, resembled people today. People are people. The effects of disease prevention and longer life-spans are negligible; we look little different from our ancestors. I felt deeply connected to the truth of my ancestral human lineage and proud to be apart of something so grand, exciting and true. An eerie feeling passed over me when the gallery director who kindly gave me le’ grand tour commented, “Look at them. The young and old, joined together taking to the streets in the name of love. Beautiful. Can you imagine? And with our government, the corruption and war…”

But the Summer of Love, the Sun in Leo, the Full Moon in Aquarius is about L-O-V-E. Or is it…Leo Sun puts sunshine in our hearts, our willpower shines bright and fun, times of easy self-esteem, play and leisure activities. Huh? Opposite to Leo, Aquarius balances Leo. Leo rips our hearts wide open with childlike joy and Aquarius challenges us to keep it open by throwing some real zingers of a Truth in there, like: P.S. we are collectively suffering. There are people dying from a war we don’t believe in. Our healthcare system has failed. There’s overwhelming poverty and a government who looks out for The Man. If, as a society we are judged by the way we treat our weakest members, we are failing. Love, Aquarius

Chiron is in Aquarius, near this Full Moon. We’ve got collective wounds and it’s time to heal them. If not now, please Goddess let’s heal before we end up battling our personal human rights with an uncaring HMO claim agent who denies our right to heal. Because after seeing Sicko last night, getting sick just isn’t an option. Over and over, the film prompted the Leo/Aquarius question: Does anyone care at all? Will we watch out for each other, or only ourselves? And (in America) how will we change things?

It’s the Leo-Aquarius dilemma, the axis of Love and Humanity. When we fall in love with Leo, we learn personal love. Loving one another well is rightly good. Falling in love starts heart revolutions. The romance and energy of Leo sets off soul/spirit firecrackers, and those electrical displays CAN travel through our chakras and out into the world where they can accomplish a world of good. But when we’re constantly “frightened and demoralized” by our cultural institutions, we’re fed fear, not love. How can we fall in love with our own strength and beauty when we’re in piles of debt? Beauracracy and lip service and disease are forms of government control. How can we even think about living in our luster (and so threaten toppling party powers) when we’re living in a culture of overload, overwork, stress and burned out adrenal glands?

Upon wondering on which country I’ll be relocating, this morning I had my own epiphany. The pivotal karmic lesson of my early life story was learning how to care for my physical and emotional body. During this time, I had no clue where to begin. I figured I must’ve been missing a chromosome: no one had taught me how to do this! As a Cancer Sun sign, self-care is a physical/spiritual work. My personal revolution, long story short, goes something like “before you can be good for another, you’ve got to be good to you.” It’s been a long road, but this manifesto continues to serve me well, as I’m sure it’s well served others. Then it struck me: a revolution starts with one wickedly powerful good intention. Then we let it do the inworking of a lifetime.

So the hippies of the Summer of Love started a revolution and it was ignited from within each person. That’s the fire of intent, the burning heart of Leo. Like any good social movement, their common intentionality drew them together. Their common purpose made them stronger, more powerful, lustrous individuals and that’s the meaning of strength in numbers. Passion without heart is heart-less (also known as obsessive, greedy). In my opinion, without heart, we’re swept up in a lost cause. So here’s my Full Moon prayer: May the strong-hearted geniuses be provoked and called forth this Aquarius Full Moon. And may we find the promise of love behind all injury. Help us find the strength in our solidarity. And be gentle on us (a literary nod to Eat, Pray, Love). If we do find a way out of this mess, it will be because we’ve learned to love ourselves despite the odds. And of course, learned to love others as we do ourselves.

The Red Book has kickin’ Shakti Energy!

Sera Beak is just like you and me. And if she’s not, basically you want to be her after your done reading The Red Book.

“I want to find God in my own way, in my own time, and essentially, by my own self. And I have. She beats deep inside my chest. I see her reflected everywhere. She grows with me.”

“Yep, I’m a true modern devotee. I love the mystics, The Matrix, yoga and the White Stripes, meditation and designer jeans. In terms of cultural dialects, I am mulitlingual. I speak New Age and Aveda Skin care, Eastern philosophy and Elle magazine, Metaphysics and Hitachi vibrators. I love modern art and dinner parites, lavender chocolate and dirty maritinis, dancing and random road trips and hanging out with my girlfriends. My spirituality is real, alive and active, funky and fresh. It’s not separate from my daily life; rather, it’s so integrated and infused I can no longer separate the two.” [Read more…]

Mick’s Just Getting Started

Mick Jagger: 26 July 1943

Speaking of pants, Mick Jagger’s skintight leather ones (and infamously lush lips) makes the ladies sing “start me up, Mick!” Yet this strong stage presence arose from humble beginnings, as is sometimes the case with Leo. In early Rolling Stones days, Mick was awkward in front of a crowd and imitated other performers to find his own unique style. But find style he must; self-expression is sunshine to Leo’s creative garden, and these souls bloom by shining their individuality for the world. How does a creative person see reflections of himself in the world? By populating it with their offspring! Leo is a virile sign, so whether Leo has creative babies or real live bundles of joy, so much of Leo’s happiness and joy comes from being a proud parent. In his professional life, Mick’s populated the music world with copious albums, live performances – and he’s still going strong at sixty-four years young. In his private life, he’s a dad of seven! And was the song “You’re so Vain” by Carly Simon really about Mick? Sometimes we call Leo vain, but Leo’s journey is to be the brightest light in the sky… the Sun.

Venus Retrograde, Defrocked

Who is this lusty lady? Do we really know her at all? As Venus moves retrograde in Virgo today (through September 8 )she begs our kindness and our modesty. But to really know her we must first defrock her. Yes, take off her clothes.

My college art teacher once distinguished the difference between nude and naked. Nude implies self-consciousness, the awareness of being looked at, being watched. And the nude model’s poses are rehearsed or posed, from that perspective. We’re trained at nude, in art, magazines, advertising as nude naughtily seduces us into thinking she’s naked. But she’s not. No, nude will always double check her reflection in the mirror, angling for someone else. Meanwhile, naked is naked. As in: the buff. There’s no best angle to get because there’s no trying to “get”. Experiencing naked is happening upon a sleeping beauty in the buff, or a diaper-less baby playing on the beach. We’re so exquisitely surprised when we stumble upon that moment, that accidental naked moment (or any naked moment for that matter) a spontaneous beauty takes our breath away. Stripped of self-awareness, our inhibitions lift and for a moment, we’re just human beings, being naked. When we escape nude, naked is a taste of pure freedom.

Oh, to experience the vulnerability of naked ouch, the criticism and judgment, (usually our own) to our blessed imperfections. We’ve got to be comfortable in our own skin. To brave our own naked reflection. Better run for the concealer and hide those sleep-deprived eyes girls! Retouch our color and pluck those grey hairs. To be brutally honest, Venus won’t travel anywhere without her make-up bag. Goddess knows what artifice can do for a woman…

Hmmm, to capture Venus naked, in her unawares – c’est possible? Surely, it’s not an easy task, although her retrograde motion means she’s unloading her old garb in preparation for a major makeover. Nude and naked, perhaps she’s a walking, talking paradox? The idyllic Venus, a Maxfield Parrish picture with wisps of clouds floating between sea and mountain scapes, a lovely lady with a flowing gown, swinging as a young buck leaning on a Roman column pops grapes and chocolate into her mouth clearly clashes with the reality of the planet, barren, waterless, with lethal levels of sulfuric acid. Ah, love hurts. We get it. Venus has a built in illusion clause, true to loves form, a degree in prettying up for the camera. She has that pesky habit of glamorizing her own self-image just a wee bit, a little air-brush over here, nip and tuck there. She allows us to keep our precious illusions until we’re ready to part with them, one by one…

Will the real Venus please stand up?

Here’s the skinny on our girl: Ancient civilizations feared Venus. When the Aztecs saw Venus rise with the Sun, they took to their houses in fright. “And when it [Venus] newly emerged, much fear came over them; all were frightened. Everywhere the outlets and openings of [houses] were closed up. It was said that perchance [the light] might bring a cause of sickness, something evil when it came to emerge.” The Mayans timed their wars to Venus’ cycle. They made sacrifices to her so she wouldn’t destroy valuables, or worse, steal the Sun, sending the world into eternal darkness. What made Venus – to whom astrology attributes the beloved concepts of relatedness, values, feelings, pleasure and love – so fearsome and wrathful? Is it a case of mistaken identity or a question of seeing what we want to see? (By the way, I call Venus a ‘she’ because she’s the only feminine planet in the solar system. We all know Love isn;t gender-identified)

Happy New Year, Venus!

The cycle of Venus is 584 days. Approximately 1½ calendar years equals one Venus year. As the planet travels through these 584 days, she elegantly patterns a five-fold star, or pentagram, tracing backward and forward to complete. At the inferior conjunction, she’s at her closest point to the Sun, initiating a new Venus life cycle AND at the superior conjunction, she’s furthest from the Sun, holding a balance for awareness. Right now in the retrograde cycle, we’re rounding the final lap of this past Venus year. When she meets with the Sun on August 17 she forms a sort of Venus New Moon. If you’ve moonwatched, you know that New Moons seed new cycles. So it goes for Venus. 7 days later in the morning sky (around August 22) we can see her rise with the Sun and it’s a whole new day for love! We’re starting anew in relationship, and the intentions we carry in our hearts we carry to the future. Yay! First, you know the story: darkness before light. In the 7 days before New Venus emerges from the underworld she appears her darkest. She’s invisible from the night sky and she’s not on holiday. She’s in the underworld. This lady’s going down.

Yes, underworld. Don’t let it scare you, dears. Like any story it’s symbolic, not literal. Sumeria has this wonderful myth of Innana or Ashtar, their personal Venus, aka goddess of sexuality, fertility AND warfare. According to legend, Innana could be found at the local pub bagging hot men OR picking a fight, not necessarily in that order. Innana had this dark sister named Ereshkigal, Queen of the Underworld, whose brother had died so she decided to pop on in for the funeral. Being Venus (ahem), she had to look the part so dressed in her finest jewelry, wearing lapis lazuli, mascara and even a wig. She just so happened to ask several Gods to search for her if she went missing, you know just in case something went wrong. Was she going down to start a war  or as an act of love toward her sister? The legend is unclear here, pointing to Venus’ uncertain motives. So down she goes passing 7 gates removing pieces of her costume, one by one. By the time she passes the final gate, she is stripped, naked before the Queen. Ereshkigal is openly hostile toward her worldly sister. After all, in Innana’s world of sex and war, death has no place. Without her fighting gear, naked Innana is vulnerable to attack. Ereshkigal kills her sister and grotesquely hangs her from a meat hook.

So when the Gods Enlil, Nanna and Enki were recruited to save our Venus, the first two refused to help, claiming it was her own selfish mess. (Ironically, Innana’s own husband Dumuzi was unmoved to action on his wife’s behalf. Myth makes the point that he was not wearing mourning clothes and was otherwise pleasantly enjoying life, his pleasures undisturbed by his wife’s death.) So Enki went down south to fetch Innana, expressed deep concern over what was troubling Ereshkigal and with heart-to-heart conversation, some food and drink, Ereshkigal revived Innana. With baggage: demons. The demons would follow her until they found someone to take her place. Those demons were hungry for those shadow-y qualities of Venus, laziness, vanity, pursuit of self-interest. Surely her husband Dumuzi was an easy replacement. Heck, I’d deem him a necessary sacrifice, too. But we don’t need to sacrifice our partner during this retrograde period, do we ladies? That would be an evolutionary step backwards…

Innana’s symbolic descent into the underworld begins at Venus retrograde. We’re stripped of our superficial values and asked for our deeper ones. What are they? Are we bound by vanity and self-protection, or is there a place for bare bones death and transformation? There’s no point in posturing or posing, as Innana tragically discovered. Her inauthenticity led to her demise and indirectly, her huband’s. So mightn’t we strip ourselves of our illusions now or be stripped of them later? What do we need to relinquish? Maybe we need to relinquish the illusion of life over death, or our disregard for the natural cycles, the ups and downs of relationship (it’s not always up is it). Can you stand before your lover, naked? Holding an image of perfection – that is, never letting your lover see you without make-up for example or only showing your best face instead of your true one creates false illusions and suffering. The dark needs light, nude needs naked.

There are certain things Western Astrology advises against during Venus retrograde times (see below) and maybe for good reason, but a healthier and more empowering perspective suggests we strip down to our skivvies in heart matters. Really. When we’re nude, we’re participating in an illusion. On a physical level, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to appear our best. Beauty is magical. How wonderful to celebrate, relish and delight beauty! Yet, on a psychological level, hasn’t vanity destroyed enough relationships and started too many wars (hmmm…not just the Trojan War)? How far do we go with preserving our self-image, our pursuit of pleasure and at what cost? Let’s face it, when we’re naked, we’re honest. We’re defenseless and vulnerable. But oh, so powerful. Think of Lady Godiva horseback, long hair whipping against her naked body. Her singular naked act freed England from oppression.

And that’s the naked truth.

Standard notes on retrograde Venus:
Don’t make a major relationship decision, to marry or break-up. Relationships make a 180 degree turn then correct at Venus’ direct
Avoid cosmetic surgery and beauty treatments
Don’t make big purchases
Social events may disappoint
Relationships require extra attention and care
Save your makeover until Venus moves direct
People pursue pleasure with more voracity and criticize other’s aesthetic
Extreme differences in taste appear
Money and personal values clash

The Sun enters Leo: There’s a Time for Every Star

“Taking off my glasses
Sun pokes through my lashes
And somehow I know
There’s a time for every star to shine

Everybody got their something
Everybody got their something…” -Nikka Costa

As of last night, the Sun is in Leo, can you feel it? Its the hottest season of the year- the season of Leo. The radiating heart of the solar system, the Sun, in his home sign, Leo is strong, pulsating, fixed heat. Leo times remind us that in order to be any good at anything at all we must put our heart into it. No holding back.

I was gifted a wonderful image of Leo, two Leo’s talking at a coffee shop: one says to the other I was in front of the class, giving my all and you want to know how I felt like? – like this. She mock rips her shirt open shirt and bares her chest, Raawhhhhrrr! It’s a powerful image and its stuck with me. Baring everything, honesty, truth, raw emotion,  putting it all on the line, that’s the power of the roaring Lion. Leo lives from a raw place of strength and honesty. What we see is ferocity, courage and confidence. What the Lion feels is vulnerable.

Lion Dreaming WomanSo I was playing around with video clips this weekend, because of a recent work-related venture, casually wondering if I had the star power to be a Star. In the spirit of play, I played. Getting in front of a camera is a crash course in being Leo. First: the hair, the make-up, the clothes and dont forget the lighting, it can make or break you. Basically you became totally preoccupied with how you look (vanity), with how you’ll be perceived (ego-image) and hope your talent will come across in the process (your uniqueness and creativity). Visions of fame dance like sugar plum fairies and I got totally caught up in the process actually it felt a lot like the make believe I loved as a little girl. I tried my luck at librarian, restauranteur, teacher, roller skating dancer but never T.V. reporter or movie star: ooh, this was going to be fun. Sadly, my shooting star turned fallen star after I watched my first clip. It looked unnatural. I just wasn’t being myself. I was reading a script and even though I wrote it, it didn’t sound like me. Heck, it didn’t even look like me. As a grounded and fairly confident thirty-something lady, it was less the shock of seeing myself on camera, the gap between how-I-see-me and how-you-see-me, than the feeling of abject horror as aliens proceeded to possess my body and speak through me. I looked like I was channeling a really bad audition, the kind Entertainment Tonight pulls out of the gilded Hollywood vaults just to remind us how far Brad Pitt has come. I got why I didn’t get the part of Scheherazade in my high school musical reindition of: 10,001 Arabian Nights. I am not a Leo.

I digress. My little camera experiment brought me back to Leo’s golden rule: you shine when you’re in your strength. Pretending to be someone you’re not wont cut it. I gotta be me. And I really gotta practice, practice, practice to be a natural with the camera. And possibly I even need a coach – as I’m now sure there must be such people now – someone who knows about ensuing self-consciousness, delusions of grandeur, those shocking falls from sky to earth, and practical dilemmas (ad lib or teleprompter?).

A lesson in living in the spotlight during the age of reality T.V., and webcams-for-everyone land isn’t all that far-fetched. Interestingly, all of this came about during Saturn’s visit in Leo. Suddenly, anyone can be a star. And why not? Why wouldn’t we play with our talent and showcase what we do well? For Leo, the question is obvious. For the rest of us, Leo times are a lesson in honing our individual strengths, aligning it with our hearts, which strengthens and benefits our very self (in astrology, our Sun).

I may not be a Leo, but I can take inventory of my strengths and start there. What do I do best? What makes my heart leap for joy? What gives me that I’ve just ripped open my chest and given you all I got…and it was so worth it because thats really who I am…feeling? A girlfriend of mine described a recent metamorphosis, from trying to play someone else’s music to playing her own. When she stopped experimenting with marketable genres and owned her own, she grew in self-awareness, confidence and motivation. She’s now talking about becoming successful gaining skill and growing in competence for the first time – a more realistic path than the Icarus version she’d previously designed. It seems, by turning toward her own authentic song, she’s received a vision of her true potential.

We forget: one path took effort and was painful, while the other was natural, easy. We may have to work hard in life but finding your luster is that simple.  It’s easy. It’s what you do effortlessly. It’s what other people see as beautiful, true and talented in you (because we so often can’t recognize it ourselves). It’s your personal ace in the hole, the card up your sleeve that you may not even realize you have.

Owning our luster, or strength, doesn’t mean we won’t suffer the excruciating vulnerability of baring all. On the contrary, truth to self works that way. We hone our chops when we live in our strengths precisely because we, more than anyone, have to believe in ourselves. People will probably reject us. And maybe we’ll suffer when they do. But we’ll also be living in our strength. And given that we’ve got enough maybes to deal with in this game of life, living in our strength is the most resilient position from which to play.

Astrological juju: Here’s your Leo theme song to be listened to daily, July 22-August 22 (preferably in your car so you can sing it really loud and proud).

My face to the sky
Dreaming about just how high
I could go and I’ll know
When I finally get there

Taking off my glasses
Sun pokes through my lashes
And somehow I know
There’s a time for every star to shine

Everybody got their something
Everybody got their something
Make you smile like an itty bitty child

People keeping score
Say better hurry up and get yours
Cause somebody else get your spot
Before you even dropped

Seek and you shall find
Everything in my own sweet time
I’ll take my chances
With what I believe is only mine

Busy holding on
So the roof don’t fly
Keep you from moving on
So get it right
Turn the tide over
Like a love song
Like a butterfly
Believe if you hand it over
You’ll come out all right

Everybody got their something
Everybody got their something
Make you smile like an itty bitty child

Illuminate the silly things
Shed some light on all that’s wrong
Everybody need it sometime
Sometimes the only thing you got
Is what makes you feel like
You’re something else altogether
You have everything don’t need
Another reason to be something
I’ve been on a ride
And caught up in the landslide
But I’m gonna spread my wings and fly…

Everybody got their something
Everybody got their something
Make you smile like an itty bitty child

There’s a time for every star
There’s a time for every star…