the world is conspiring to shower you with blessings

[wanderlustlover]

TAURUS: "At times, although one is perfectly in the right, one's legs tremble," wrote philosopher V.V. Rozanov. "At other times, although one is completely in the wrong, birds sing in one's soul." That may have been the case for you last month, Taurus, but these days it's the exact reverse. If your knees are wobbly, you're off-center, missing the mark, or far from the heart of the matter. If, on the other, birds are singing in your soul, it's because you're united with the beautiful truth. There are a couple of caveats, though: The beautiful truth won't be simple and bright; it'll be dense, convoluted, and kaleidoscopic. And the birds' songs will sound more like a philharmonic orchestra pounding out Beethoven's Fifth Symphony than a single flute playing a quaint folk song.

Uh. Thanks. I think, Uncle Rob. While this meshes pretty much into last weeks, nothing is completely one thing or the other, I'm pretty sure this one also nails on the head several uncooperative balances between my spiritual life, my job troubles, and my family and personal relationship.