A life pointed toward creativity, lived in order and peace seems like a silly idea in February. If it were warm enough, I'd lie on the ground and stare up at the pure February sky, instead I'm wondering is it warm enough to do a dump run?
As the Moon makes a conjunction to Pluto today,, in the next couple of hours, in fact, I'm using it to clean the decks, go tot he dump, make way for the next, if not the new.
Several in my extended group are awaiting death, which is a very long way from me wondering if I have cancer. That's one hell of a journey we all have waiting for us, whatever the vehicle, whatever the route, we're all headed for the same destination, and at that doorway, there will, I'm thinking be some kind of midwife. Taxi driver? Cop? Properly trained professional or just a true friend to hold the space?
Well.
I'm not in a hurry to find out, but as the Moon conjuncts Pluto, these are the kinds of thoughts that arise.