Sign Language
Your zodiac symbol is a centaur, a mythical beast with the upper half of a man joined to the body of a horse. It's this roving lower half that gets you into the most trouble (and helps you have the most fun). It keeps you wandering-in and out of places, relationships and philosophies. A very exciting life, to be sure, but one that can leave you feeling unsettled and uncertain at times-especially when some of those you've disappointed or left behind catch up with you to give you shit. Usually you'd just wander on until you were out of range of their nagging, but this time I encourage you to try something else: making it right. You have a better chance to set an honorable new precedent now than you've had in a long time. Give it a go.
I have a postcard on my wall sent to me by my best Goat friend from the Czech Republic on his last world-traveling adventure. It says, "Never resist exploring derelict places." I admire this fellow because he's learned to apply his Capricornian determination and stick-to-it-iveness to seeking out adventure wherever he is. He finds and explores derelict places, whether they're bombed buildings or someone's wounded soul. He's dedicated to this mission; he can even find mystery in the familiar environs of a city bus. How many adventures are you missing out on, because you believe they only happen in the movies? You're in one now. Notice it.
Pay attention to the little things. This week will be rife with subtle, significant changes, but unless you're prepared to notice them, they'll pass you right by. If you're waiting for big, explosive action and dramatic twists of fate, you'll feel like nothing at all happened this week. But if you start observing all the minute differences that will suddenly manifest, you'll be in a position to appreciate (and take advantage of) them. You may even conclude, some months or years down the line, that this week was the turning point that led to some of the most magnificent events in your life-but only because you were lucky and quiet enough to actually take note of them.
Kids have a knack for finding hidden places. They naturally seek out nooks in which to conceal treasures, or themselves, safe refuges from authority and observation where they can experiment. As adults, we lose or suppress this instinct, but I think that's unwise-most of all for you ever-changing Pisces. More than anyone, you need a secret haven from the world in which you can keep your most precious and enigmatic bits, and where you can be anyone or anything. This week, find the spot that's going to become your new classified headquarters. Then, at least once a week from now on, go there and play.
Your mortality looms. From it sprouts a compulsion to create something lasting, permanent. Many Rams, under this dread influence, take up rock-sculpting, oil painting or reproduction, despite never having shown an aptitude or interest in sculpture, fine art or raising children. Big mistake. Switching paths so dramatically and blindly isn't really the answer-and could cause a lot of expense and/or pain. Check it out-there's a way to create something that will still be around that's simply the logical next step to what you've been up to all along. Don't second-guess yourself now by finding something new to do. Instead, make what you already do matter.
Your friends might secretly begin calling you The Blob, if you're not careful. Your natural lethargy-perfectly understandable, given the change of seasons and astrological influences-is getting the best of you. Don't let it nix your productivity, even if it takes three times as much energy as usual just to maintain your usual schedule. Next week's Full Moon in Taurus carries tremendous potential to set up some sweet things for yourself, but only if you hustle from now until then. Don't give your friends any reason to coin new unflattering nicknames for you. Overcome the urge to loaf and relax-there's time enough for that next month.
Cultural programming is bullshit, and you refer to it too often. What you ought to be doing and feeling-according to family, lovers, society-isn't nearly as important as what you're actually doing and feeling. Fuck putting on a public face. Honor your own emotions, no matter how "inappropriate" they might be. Don't consider how they stack up against what people in movies experience. Your culture deserves to be shaped by the folks who actually occupy it, not the media they consume. This week, act how you want, and let the world adapt. Surprisingly, it will.
A friend had a serious health scare recently. He didn't panic, though. He played. He and his friends made a performance piece out of it. He staged his own death while everyone flipped out and grieved-often hilariously-making it into a tragicomic spectacle. I was amazed at how he met his potentially awful fate with humor, grace and even silliness. You could learn from him, Cancer. You privately predict dire destinies for you and yours every other day. Resist being consumed with worry over things that aren't even real (at least not yet). If you can't resist thinking these dark thoughts, at least make fun of them. For now, when the shit is still unrealized potential, just play.
Everything dies. You know this is true, but autumn makes it so depressingly obvious, with the leaves abandoning their trees to lie brown and crunchy underfoot, and insects buzzing in confused, weak circles, waiting for the cold to finish them off. No wonder it's your least favorite season. During winter you quietly blaze, a secret burning heart hidden beneath layers of wool and Gore-Tex. And naturally spring and summer fill you with vitality and well-being. But fall is like a drab Monday morning, with the "weekend" months away. Ennui is virtually impossible to resist. Yet resist it you must: Summer heat is required to make your agenda fly. Summon some, please, or your plans will die like a bee left out of the hive.
Put down your bifocals for just a second, please. Everyone views the world through lenses-these vary individually in clarity and scope. Virgos' filters, for example, are more elaborate and specialized than most. This is no critique; your admirably conscious choices about how to perceive reality hold up astonishingly well, even when life hands you a load of shit. But they are weird, and specific. The problem occurs when someone desperately wants to become part of your inner world (like now), only they can't wrap their heads around what they find there; it's so different from what they're used to. You've let them struggle along solo for long enough. Now it's time to clue them in.
Look down. Lofty heights like these all too easily inspire hubris. It's simple to believe you achieved this alone. After all, you're the only one occupying this apex. But if you remember to review the path you just traveled, you'll notice all the hands you stepped on while climbing up here, all the people supporting you during your ascent, even the folk who are holding up the mountain you scaled. Sure, many of them did it for reasons of self-interest, but most were altruistic. In any case, their motivations should be irrelevant; their actions deserve gratitude regardless. Give it.