Lover's, Lunatics and Poets see things that don't exist
Taurus: "The secret to success is to always be in love," said educator and ex-army officer John H. Stanford. "Staying in love gives you the fire to ignite other people, to see inside other people, to have a greater desire to get things done than other people." Did Stanford mean that you should be forever infatuated with some irresistible human being? Or was he referring to a more all-purpose phenomenon, like being in love with life? I urge you to meditate with great diligence and exuberance on this matter, Taurus, because you are, in my astrological opinion, going through a phase when love is EVERYTHING. It's the question and the answer, the hammer and the nail, the dreamy necessity and the pragmatic mystery.
I almost feel the need to give you the evil eye, Uncle Rob, because you are rarely this eerily on the exact tab of my week. I have been rather focused, in almost obsessive fashion on this lately. My breakup spawned not a pause in the longing for love or romance, but rather a great surge for it. My life at present in silence had pushed me more forward to finding the footsteps and ache music notes of it in almost all readings I'm doing during a week. My swap, even as side stepping my entire philosophy, had me focusing greatly on what Unconditional Love was, for days. Even my recent watch of Stardust
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I find myself drawn into so many directions lately: my novel; my holiday BOS; my Mabon plans; my tea boxes; my upcoming Full Moon swap; my homework; my pleasure books; plans on the calendar; accidents by fate, like the car and card; Milliways, both prep and play; traveling; work; and even the time with friends.
I long for much lately that isn't in those places, too, yet exists not at all in any touch or face near me. I don't find myself saddened by it, so much as aware now.
Though I should stop writing in class and return to her
I almost feel the need to give you the evil eye, Uncle Rob, because you are rarely this eerily on the exact tab of my week. I have been rather focused, in almost obsessive fashion on this lately. My breakup spawned not a pause in the longing for love or romance, but rather a great surge for it. My life at present in silence had pushed me more forward to finding the footsteps and ache music notes of it in almost all readings I'm doing during a week. My swap, even as side stepping my entire philosophy, had me focusing greatly on what Unconditional Love was, for days. Even my recent watch of Stardust
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I find myself drawn into so many directions lately: my novel; my holiday BOS; my Mabon plans; my tea boxes; my upcoming Full Moon swap; my homework; my pleasure books; plans on the calendar; accidents by fate, like the car and card; Milliways, both prep and play; traveling; work; and even the time with friends.
I long for much lately that isn't in those places, too, yet exists not at all in any touch or face near me. I don't find myself saddened by it, so much as aware now.
Though I should stop writing in class and return to her