Venus in aspect to Saturn. Square, trine, opposition, conjunction…
Madame Jeanne Guyon, writing in the 1600’s, confesses: “Afterward we came to Paris where my vanity increased. No course was spared to make me appear to advantage. I was forward enough to show myself and expose my pride, in making a parade of this vain beauty. I wanted to be loved by everyone and love […]
I was thinking about a gal who constantly denigrates herself. This is her business but she tries to make it mine by making remarks that suggest I think negative, and sometimes even vile things about her. “You think this and this of me…” When she does this, I suppose I’m supposed to protest, “I don’t
I was talking a friend yesterday, about bringing value to others you interact with. I don’t think this is all that popular, but people who take and take and never give back are pretty sickening after a time. Why shovel your resources into what amounts to a black hole?
Last night I was talking to a friend… jeez, what a familiar story. She’s in her 50’s and she’s lonely. She didn’t think her life would be this way. She’s got a rich guy who likes her. He wants to take her to Costa Rica to retire. She doesn’t love him. She specifically thinks about
It’s difficult to take on something this stark but I feel compelled to try. Over the last few days, my husband and I watched two documentaries on Netflix. We saw, “Oh Saigon“, first. It’s the well told, gut-wrenching story of a refugee family who came to in the United States in 1975. It’s all about staggering loss
Venus is conjunct Neptune in Pisces. Mars is nearby. This stellium in Pisces is highly prone to writhe around and fantasize. Saturn in Sagittarius is coming in comes in hard with the truth. It’s a bit like seeing Tinkerbell hit a wall. I have been the wall in some cases. But last night I was Tinkerbell.
I had a client the other day, she’s one of those people who are “bound”. Specifically, she has harsh aspects from Saturn. Her husband has no such thing in his chart. It seems this strains a relationship.
