the universe is conspiring to shower you with blessings

Nov 01, 2011 21:17

TAURUS: Welcome to the autumnal garden of earthly delights, Taurus. It's a brooding, fermenting paradise, full of the kind of dark beauty that wouldn't be caught dead in a spring garden. There's smoldering joy to be found amidst this riotous flowering of moody colors, but you won't appreciate it if you're too intent on seeking bright serenity and pristine comfort. Be willing to dirty your hands and even your mind. Feel the moss on your back, the leaves in your hair, and the mist on your bare legs. (P.S. If you like, you can take what I just said as an elaborate metaphor.)

Brooding, fermenting paradise, huh, Uncle Rob?

Smoldering joy. That's a very fitting term for my world lately. Like stunning moonlight through a forest of haunted old trees. You can't see one without it being shaped by, in contrast with, the other. Or without noticing all the shadows clinging to even your moonbeams, and their moonbeams. It's a very spooky, sort of subterranean scene. Be fitting your fall.

As for the rest. I feel like the entire last sentence of three fit in really well with a sudden explosion of edgy inspiration I've had lately. I've needed something more jagged and rough, to plunge myself into wholesale.

And today was odd. Though. And tonight I couldn't help noticing.

But I think those are the only words I have for it.

horoscopes, writing

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