I really do feel that you’re here with me as I create these horoscopes. In a sense, you’re my assistant. Our telepathic connection is utterly palpable and practical. The hopes and questions you project my way stream into my higher mind, coloring my psychic environment and enriching my desire to give you exactly what you need. Now, in accordance with the astrological omens, I’m asking you to give our collaboration more conscious intention. It’s time for you to be aggressive about seeking help and inspiration — not just from me, but from everyone. Try this for starters: Once a day for five minutes, visualize that you and I are sitting face-to-face and discussing the issues that feed your longing to be brave and free and authentic and smart and loving and creative.
aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can do that.
I had hoped that I would feel fantastic today but I don’t at the moment. The second day of my moon time typically brings a massive headache and today, since it is 10 days early (gotta love perimenopause), it’s a doozy. Luckily I don’t have much to do.
Signature from my bank and the fax has been sent to benefits for my savings stuff. One last meeting with God’s Rottweiler, who loved hearing what BK said to TVI. OMG. Said he told me that there was much deep doo.
