Friday, March 25, 2011

Poetic License Horoscope for March 25-31

Aries (March 21-April 18): (Happy Birthday Month!) The High Priestess: Disentangle yourself from everything but your inner mermaids, they know what to do: live on bioluminescence and sea monkeys. Float and listen. Get fat off the sea.

Taurus (April 19-May 18): Six of Coins: Mindy Nettifee says, “There are some things you can’t write yourself out of.” Give it all away instead. Seal up your regrets in shiny envelopes and float them down spring gutters, fly them away like kites, shred them into slightly sinister-looking Easter grass. It’s a good way to be generous to yourself.

Gemini (May 19-June 21): Temperence: You’ve always been my favorite card, you and The Sun. You’re standing in clear water defying gravity pouring more water from one jar to the other. You balance everything good on your wings. But even serene expressions should be enjoyed in moderation. This week, be immoderate. Overspend on drinks, kisses, and time. The next day, you’ll still be a flowered field.

Cancer (June 22-July 23):  Seven of Wands: Your voice is irresistible. Use it to sway crowds to inventory their privileges, raise their own voices, and march sweet revolutions. Or use your voice to sing lullabies. Either way, magic. Either way, infinite.

Leo (July 24-Aug. 23): Two of Swords: “There’s no flaw in being kind.” (Ian Khadan) Meet someone of equal strength, and offer her anything: love letters, sushi, concert tickets, watching your not-favorite shows on her behalf. Forge something lightning-struck and indelible.

Virgo (Aug. 24-Sept. 23): The Tower: You’ve pulled the disaster card a million times, yet here you still are. Rickety though you may be, you are a structure that won’t collapse. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to reinforce the masonry.

Libra (Sept. 24-Oct. 21): The World: Is what you already have. It’s in your hand like a biodiverse snow globe, a microclimate of your own success and influence. Turn it over. Shake it. See how it settles back down, every leaf and petal obeying your arrhythmic sense of gravity.

Scorpio (Oct. 22-Nov. 22): Page of Wands: Whatever chained you to the ground is gone. You wear the ends of arguments like coats, but it’s getting warm out. Look at the horizon, the very many tiny blue flowers, and go ahead, disentangle.

Sagittarius (Nov. 23-Dec. 22): The Moon: What is there that doesn’t come under the heading of reflected light? You are counted in candle power, a steady flicker, wicking up heat and curling smoke. You are immutable as the tides; risk the current.

Capricorn (Dec. 23-Jan. 20): Nine of Coins: Take a walk in as quiet a place as you can. you can borrow my bird book. Read religions into the insistence of spring.

Aquarius (Jan. 21-Feb. 19):  Knight of Coins: My goodness this horse is huge and powerful, steered only by filigree chains. You can trust this horseman with your treasure, your spices, your silks. He can carry it anywhere you want.

Pisces (Feb. 20-March 20): Justice:  Look around and count your luck. Hand it around like parade candy, like show fliers, like cookies at Christmas. Everyone you see is a million billion stars. Feel free to love them accordingly.

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