bethofalltrades

From free will astrology:

Gemini
When the air is pure and clean, a bee can smell a flower from 3,281 feet. The presence of pollution severely cripples the bee's awareness of floral scents, however, reducing its range to 650 feet. Consider the possibility that this is a metaphor for what has been happening to you recently, Gemini. Have you suffered a reduction in your sensitivity to sources of nourishment? Are you oblivious to gifts and blessings that could be available to you if you only knew about them? According to my analysis of the astrological omens, this is quite possible. Luckily, you're reading this horoscope, which will surely motivate you to overcome the problem.

From Jonathan Cainer

Gemini
We cannot forever hide the truth about ourselves, from ourselves.' So said John McCain. Wise words, regardless of their context. As America's new leader emerges today, you find yourself looking at an aspect of your own life that's sorely lacking in leadership or direction. It's an aspect of the truth about yourself that you'd prefer not to face. Life, though, offers you little alternative other than to deal with what seems so difficult. The good news is, if you find the courage to be honest, you'll make enormous gains.

I went to London.

There are 23,346 things I should be doing that are not writing this blog, but my brain is friend and I can't hold a pen in my right hand. It's the tendonitis, definitely, a side-effect from yesterday's 18 hour day at the computer.

Funny, how the body learns to compensate. I can type almost as fast with just my left hand and right pointer finger as I can with both hands in top form.

Once the album drops I will have to tend to this wrist. It was better for a while but has gotten worse again. The veins in my hand show like an old woman's.

I thought last night about what I would do if I lost my hands... my career as a photographer/graphic designer/personal assistant who emails constantly would be over. I could manage if I lost my hearing, maybe even if I lost my sight, but I need my hands. So of course my hands are the things that start to go.

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I went to London. I went to London because I can't stand to be left behind, and because a psychic told me I would go to London in August and I would learn about love there. I went to London because Amanda was sad.

I went to London because I was sad and because Steven said, "Well, then why don't you just come to London?"

The question seemed so ridiculous, yet so obvious.

So I went to London.

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I surprised Amanda at the football game she was hosting in Shepard's Bush. When I touched her arm, she turned and looked at me with mild annoyance, then confusion, and then mad, loud squealing.

I hung at the sidelines with a camera and a bottle of vile white wine, for which I still owe enchanting Robin four pounds, I think. I laughed with Steven and Becca the Merch Girl (who was visiting) and Max with the moustache who cannot stand the word "vagina."


(Max, Robin, Steven, Olga, and Becca)

A kid named Nima challenged Amanda and the 50 or so Dolls fans she was paying football (soccer!) with... he was a trip and a half. He's the one in the orange in this team portrait:



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I went to London. I picked up a free newspaper and read my horoscope. It said, "You need to be there, somehow."



I went into a little astrology shop to buy another Spiral deck. They didn't have it, but the man behind the counter told me that he had something new that I would love.

He handed me the Tarot of the 78 Doors


I pulled up my sleeve and showed him my key. He smiled. We were both unnerved.

I gave Amanda privacy one night to make Important Calls. I sat just outside the door with my new deck. I laid the cards out in a calendar pattern before falling asleep, right there in the hallway.

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I met a compatriot in London, a woman who led me through Chinatown at night and taught me about art. And myself.

She is magical.

She has a beautiful tattoo.



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I went to London. I spent much of my time there looking around saying, "But... I'm in LONDON!"

It was worth the debt, the stress, the hours of travel, the sleeping-not-sleeping in Heathrow airport, the cold I got on the plane, the exhaustion, the sushi I won't be eating for the next two months as I try to fix my finances. It was all worth it, because I went to London.

Love,
Beth

My freewillastrology.com horoscope for the week:

Gemini:
You entered the Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll phase of your long-term cycle late last year, and you'll be in that zone until January of 2009. That means you have been and will continue to be tempted with triple-intense opportunities to explore the frontiers of passion, find out about alternative modes of consciousness, and expand your capacity for lyrical release. So how is that working for you? Are you taking maximum advantage of all the life-changing experiments these adventures offer without being turned inside-out by the emotional risks they entail? Everything depends on your skill in using unruly gifts.

Um... holy shit.

Love,
Beht