Free Will Astrology: Virgo Horoscope for the week of April 14, 2005
Virgo: Two Indian mountain climbers recently got married in a place that symbolized the fearlessness they want to bring to their alliance. Along with the officiating priest, they hung 2,000 feet in the air, suspended from ropes between two mountains. I suggest you regard them as your metaphorical role models in the coming weeks, Virgo. You'll be getting unprecedented opportunities to enjoy adventures that involve collaboration, blending, and unification. Take imaginative advantage of those opportunities.
I'm taking a few hours to work on my senior sem before I head off to meet with Michael Dirda regarding my coursework so far. I feel placid, calm. 10 pages in 9 days. I can do this. I can most certainly do this.
Also, I'd like to share the best breakfast ever:
Take a bowl and mix together two finely sliced strawberries, 1 1/2 tbsp of cream cheese, and 3/4 tbsp of soft brown sugar. Toast a bagel and then rip it to chunks. Dip them in the mixture. Heavenly. And grapefruit... have I mentioned my love of grapefruit?
Off to shower and be clean before I settle down to work. I want to smell like springtime.
In closing, I leave you with a poem-- a part of Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet:
Beauty
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
I'm taking a few hours to work on my senior sem before I head off to meet with Michael Dirda regarding my coursework so far. I feel placid, calm. 10 pages in 9 days. I can do this. I can most certainly do this.
Also, I'd like to share the best breakfast ever:
Take a bowl and mix together two finely sliced strawberries, 1 1/2 tbsp of cream cheese, and 3/4 tbsp of soft brown sugar. Toast a bagel and then rip it to chunks. Dip them in the mixture. Heavenly. And grapefruit... have I mentioned my love of grapefruit?
Off to shower and be clean before I settle down to work. I want to smell like springtime.
In closing, I leave you with a poem-- a part of Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet:
Beauty
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.