Tuesday’s chart for Pres. Obama signing the health insurance reform package settles at least one issue: what happened this week is in fact historically significant. After a century of failed proposals, speculation and hope, the U.S. has taken its first step toward all of its citizens having some form of health coverage. Many people have many issues with this law, but the page of history has turned.
The equinox has arrived, the Sun is in Aries, and the fiery spirit of the air will keep arriving for the next few months — maybe the next couple of years. Aries is the first fire sign, and the Aries Point is the cosmic key fob. When planets push that button, things get moving. And that is what’s happening now, and for quite a while to come.
We’re about to experience a spring season like no other. It has an ordinary beginning, more or less. Here in the Northern Hemisphere, spring begins when the Sun’s rays square the equator, just past noon in the Eastern U.S. zone on Saturday, March 20. We’re currently in that brief phase where night and day are equal around the world. In the midst of this, the Sun enters the sign Aries and the new astronomical year begins.
Good Morning, This is a reminder that Eric will return this Friday, March 19. It’s also a reminder that in case you’re having mail delivery issues, please send me a second email address. We have mailed on schedule, without interruption or delay, for many months. Of course, it’s difficult to notify people of something by […]
My skin literally crawls with itchy cravings. Nothing feels right. I’m too hot; my porridge is too cold. Phone calls end in tears of frustration because I simply cannot grasp the meaning of the words. I’m edgy, crazy-making emotional. My kitties and I barely avoid slamming into each other as I stomp off the same eleven yards, the longest path in my casita, over and over again. Molly and Lince slash their tails in double-time counterpoint to my forth and back, walk to sit, nine-year-old-on-a-rainy-day rhythm.
When several robins whistled to each other this morning, right outside my window, those splendid cascading trills yanked my emotional bucket up a few notches from that frigid well of February moodiness. Yesterday, fumbling groceries from the car, I tripped over a hummock of damnable cheat grass that just heaved itself up outta winter’s belly. I forgot my gloves and it was okay. Instead of being pulled down around my ears every five minutes, my zebra-striped winter cap teetered unremembered on top of my head the whole day.
BY ERIC FRANCIS Do you know those situations where someone holds in all their passion and energy for months on end, wanting to be well-behaved and spiritually pure and in control, and then one moment, under the influence of perhaps a little alcohol, decides to let it go all at once and do all kinds […]
