I confess. With Mars retrograding then stationing around my Saturn for that hellish-ly long period, then the Virgo-fabulous eclipse, I’ve tried to stay as low under the radar as possible in the blogosphere.
And that was the exact prescription I gave my sister when she called last week, saying her company (not to name names but they have the word Star in it) was laying off folks. She was only one of several people I know experiencing big time shakedown in the lay-off department. Fittingly, Saturn (the sickle) in the sign of Virgo, the sign of harvest and golden, abundant wheat, cutting losses has become a theme in the lives of those around me – and this no holds barred theme on big time cutbacks (for prurient Virgoan purpose of efficiency and productivity) affects both the one laid off, and the morale of those left behind (and it didn’t help that said “Star” company announced new promotions on the same day they announced lay-offs).
Worth mentioning that while the Eclipse was a week ago, eclipse energy reverberates.
Ellen Page (2/21/87), everyone’s darling, is a Pisces.
And like many other young Piscean celebrities, she refuses to act her age – because she has wisdom way beyond her biological years. It’s a gift of the Fishes. Who can forget Ellen as waif turned disturbingly wrath in Hard Candy? Her tween-y character turned the tables on a man who used the internet to lure teenage girls into his nightmarish domain – boy, did he pick the wrong chick to mess with. And in Juno, her young elfin beauty once again paradoxically highlighted this sagacity.
It’s said that if you look deeply into the eyes of a newborn baby, you can tell if they are an “old soul” or “new soul”. Pisces people just aren’t smart – they’re old soul smart. It’s a subtle knowing, a thought transmission “yes, I’ve seen it all before.” Look into the eyes of a Pisces, young or old, and you can sense their agelessness.
Introducing a new bi-monthly astrology love advice column! He Said,She Said features a love advice question answered by professional astrologers Jessica Shepherd of Moonkissd and Jeffrey Kishner of Seduction Central . After they each provide their perspective, they combine their insight to offer advice they both can agree on.
Here’s this week’s Reader Question:
I guess I’ll just dive in. Two broken marriages, my fault. The first lasted 16 years, the second 10. No fighting, no yelling, the first to a passionless Libra, high school sweetheart. The second to a Leo full of physical passion and deep connection–a lot more fiery. But both were very peaceful, even happy marriages until: Flirtations that became affairs…I was friendly, and then didn’t know how to say, “No, I don’t want to do this.”
Because folks found it useful, and tomorrow’s the last of the 18-month Virgo-Pisces eclipses (harrah for Virgo and Pisces!) I’m excerpting a piece I wrote about eclipses last fall. Enjoy…
Eclipses move us along our evolutionary path, often with huge signposts, other times with a whisper – and always with an element of surprise. It’s like this:
You’ve been focused on redecorating several of the rooms in your house. Then there’s the attic: you’re stuffing it with all the things you’ve moved around. “Suddenly” the attic needs help because the roof is beginning to bow. It’s not really a surprise: out of the corner of your eye, you’ve noticed the bulging attic but you’ve been focused on other things. Now the attic demands your urgent attention.
I’m so in love with my husband. We must say “I love you” like fifty times a day – genuinely. I know, cheesy, cute, romantic or “uh, huh still in your honeymoon period are you?” says you. No, I believe we’re different. The cup is not empty or even half-empty – but full all the time. And this NYTimes article When There is No We in Marriage made me realize just how different we are in what we come to expect (or ask) of love. And since Venus has just entered Aquarius (February 17- March 11), freedom v. closeness is the topic du jour.
To me, it’s a sad portrait. More than sad, it’s disturbing, because it lives under the guise of hip, cool, bohemian – and socially acceptable – the norm. It’s a story about two cool Manhattan people doing their thing (it’s a paradigm, agreed?) – who once decided work is equally or more important than their marriage; that it’s okay to communicate Blackberry to Blackberry; and who must know their kids will follow their workaholics examples, and be as clueless about how to nurture their marriage, too. So if you’re wondering like me, where does the “I and thou” overlap? Where does the “we” go? Sometimes it goes on a honeymoon. In this case, alone.
After their wedding, the two often and happily went their separate ways. In fact, they even started married life separately. She began their honeymoon alone (he couldn’t find his passport), checking into their suite in Venice and thoroughly enjoying herself without him.
“I learned, ‘O.K., you like Italy more than you like me – good to know.”
We were walking the dog, my sister and I -and sat down on a bench in the upper crust part of SF, Noe Valley. Settling into our patch of sun, a fashionably self-conscious twenty-something walked by. Followed by another…and another.
Overheard: “So I had to cancel my Pilates appointment this morning, and move my manicure…I was just too hung over…”
My sister says, “Ugh. Sometimes they make me sick.” They being the young urban modicums of hip and cool.
“This place looks like Melrose,” I snort.
“The thing is,” she says, “I live here. But I’m so much happier not living my life from that place.”
“You mean the place where one card falls and the whole house comes tumbling down?”