21 September 2009

Nice leadup

Weekly Horoscope: Sunday, September 20, 2009

All Signs:

Of course, we're in the throes of Mercury retrograde, which happens three times every year; and let's face it -- even though it's frustrating, it's not really a big deal. Having said that, (she announced, clearing her voice ominously) this particular retrograde Mercury will slide backward until it is opposite wild, wacky Uranus. Eeek! In fact, this occurs this week! This is definitely an accident-prone situation. Quite likely, it will be the kind of accident that is related to unfinished situations. Something you left out that you meant to put away. Loose ends that come back to bite you. Or falling off the wagon. "Ma'am, put the ice cream down. Keep your hands in the air. Step away from the fridge." Busted!

Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22)

It's all about you now, dear Libra. The Sun is back in your sign for the next four weeks, boosting your energy, and attracting powerful people and opportunities to you. Make the most of this time. Demand the advantage! (Because you certainly have it.) Why? Because you can project your energy out to others more than usual. Mind you, others will notice you have a more subjective viewpoint. So what? This is not allowed? Not even once a year? This is the beginning of your new personal year (i.e. your year, which is from birthday to birthday.) And -- this is the most powerful birthday you've had in 30 years! So there.

8 September 2009

The River - Rankin Family

When you cross that river
The trees they will bow down
The sky will open up to you
And the lark will sing your song

When you cross that river
The path will follow you
And the winds they will caress your lips
And the fires they'll burn strong

Until then... yeah yeah
The pastures seem greener on the other side
Alexander don't bide your time uneasily

When you cross that river
The rains will be your wine
The brambles your mandolins
The earth to dance upon

When you cross that river
The moon will give you rest
The night will be your blanket
And the sun your morning guest

When you cross that river
Boudicca you will wed
Fuareg you will feast upon
Mirth your wedding bed

When you cross that river
Your fields will plenty reap
Your children like every spring
Will autumn keep