Natural Affinity

I swerve to avoid running over spiders that cross my path when I’m riding my bicycle. While at home, I prefer to shepherd flies out through an open door or window rather than swat them. I’m still not sufficiently enlightened that I’ve stopped trying to squash mosquitoes that dive-bomb me while I’m falling asleep, however. I’m working on it, but may need a few more years of meditation before I bring my reverence for all insect life up to the highest level. The way I see it, my fellow Cancerian, you’d benefit from working on a similar project in the coming weeks: improving your relationships with influences you don’t have a natural affinity for.

Hmmm.  That made me wonder. What are the things I don’t have a natural affinity for?

  • Success.  Yuppers.  I think that should go at the top of the list.
  • My girly feminine side.
  • Authority.
  • I’m sure there is more…

Crow Watch

Me? I love crows. Adore crows. They are my bird. My favorite bird. One of my totems.  Not the raven, the crow.  They delight me on a regular basis.

The other day I witnessed a crow crossing the street from the city block to the lake.  Lots of people go to that lake to walk and run around it and to otherwise have a great time.  That crow has seen a lot of people.  And it crossed the street in the crosswalk.  Just like them.

Smart bird.

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Be the book…

The joke goes like this: “Why is a math book so sad? Because it has so many problems.” But of course that’s a distortion of the truth. In fact, the math book loves its problems. Its problems are its reason for being. Besides that, all of its problems are interesting challenges, not frustrating curses. Best of all, every problem has a definite answer, and all the answers are provided in the back of the book. Now here’s the most excellent news of all, Cancerian: I think you’ll be like a math book in the coming weeks.

I know it.  I feel it.  The answers are right there, I just need to get to the back of the book.  I feel on the edge of the edge and the view is beautiful.  It’s already here, I just have to wait for the time/space continuum to sync up.

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Buster Posey

Cancer this week:

Buster Posey is an up-and-coming baseball player for the San Francisco Giants. The poetic incongruity of his name is so apt a symbol for your imminent future, I’m making him your patron saint. According to my reading of the omens, you’ll be called on to be like a “Buster” — a macho, pushy, no-nonsense dude who gets things done — but you will also find power in being as delicate and lovely and innocent as the small flower bouquet known as a posey. Sometimes it’ll make sense to be one or the other. On other occasions, you’ll benefit from being in both modes simultaneously.

Now that sounds challenging.  I’m certainly capable of either but simultaneously.  Whoa.  I’m hoping that I’m an up and coming employed person just like Buster that’s for certain.  I’m qualified but also up and coming.  I am a no-nonsense dudette but hopefully I’ve curbed the macho pushy bit.  I suspect, however, that the requirement for being a buster and a posey will actually be on the home front as we deal with Dad’s up and coming issues.

One Step Down, Three to go

The job I applied for that I really want, opposed by all the jobs I’ve applied for that I don’t really want, has moved one step forward in the process.  HR has approved my application and sent it on to the department.  Now they can legally interview me.

Steps to get this job

  1. HR approves resume and forwards to hiring department
  2. Hiring department schedules an interview with me
  3. I click with the hiring manager
  4. They offer me the job at the salary I want

The job offer letter has been created and will be burned at the coven’s full moon rit this week.  I have one for my personal altar too.