The Week in Cancer

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I’m happy you’re getting back to fundamentals and shedding pretensions and nourishing your roots, but I also want to make sure that you don’t get too funky and lowdown. I’d hate to have to be hoisting you up out of the gutter next week, or counseling you on how to cover for the fact that you’ve compromised your own highest standards. So please resist any temptations you might feel to descend toward the lowest common denominator, Cancerian. As you deepen your center of gravity, make sure you keep your attitude elevated.

Doing my best man, doing my best.

Driving To The River or Let It Be Part II

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Last night was the coven’s full moon ritual. I was a bit nervous all day. I had a robe to sew up for a mate and had a potential sponsee to meet so I kept busy yesterday. The potential sponsee stood me up, it happens, but I got to a meeting and that’s all that matters.

I’m always nervous when someone’s paid me their hard earned cash to make them a garment. I want them to be really happy and I want it to fit. She loved it. Loved it. Danced around in it. It did look pretty durned nice I must say.  She was incredibly lovely in that robe.  That is almost, ALMOST, better payment than money.  It’s forest green linen with little green leaves embroidered around the neck, hood, and sleeves.  When she put it on it became twice as beautiful.

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Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am

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I posted this on FB and Nancy just about lost it.  I like to post songs that reflect what’s up with me that day and she was flabbergasted that I found a song that fit the situation with M and a few other folks so very well…

Well, she was a lady of charms
A string of young boys on each arm
She was good to those who took off all their clothes or played guitar
Love comes days go any way your mind blows
Wham, bam, thank you, mam
We’ll boogie till the rooster crows

He lived alone; love for none
He said pain never hurt anyone
Surprise surprise!
Consumption on the floor
Stretcher out the door and that was it
God forsaken empty shell forgotten in a bad smell
Wham, bam, look out, Sam
The devil claims his own to moan in hell

Shang-a-lang-a, Shang-a-do-lang, Shang-a-lang-a
Sa-i-di ma-moon, sa-i-di ma-moon, Sa-i-di gris gris

Well close your breath, and hold your eyes
Turn the corner of surprise, and there you are
Well Our lives are run by ego freaks
A walking book of rules who seeks
To keep you in your pidgeon hole
And boss you when your soul steps out of line

Sponsorship

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Mercury must be getting direct (it is of course) but also, my secondary and tertiary responses are usually more measured than my first and that is the case here.  I had a great get together with my sponsor tonight.  I’m going to really enjoy this weekly thing with her.  Very much indeed.  Thank you Universe!