Last night I had dinner with my best friend/ex-boyfriend.
He’s like a mother/father to me. Once a week we have dinner, for years now.
And he tells me he’s been diagnosed with cancer.
He’s a Cancer Sun, Aries Moon and Mars. The Full Moon in Libra is this week. Full Moons bring news.
Routine and rest: that’s my advice for hard transits, hard times.
And I’m remembering what I was harping on yesterday, about the mutable tsquare in the sky now: Neptune, Venus, and Mars — and to engage Sagittarius ideals i.e. perspective. My friend should be fine. He should be. His life is changed forever now though. From diagnosis onwards. It’s one of those before and afters. For me, my life is divided into: before my mother died and after she died.
Saturn and Pluto can bring loss, death. But also reward and rebirth.
I’m still processing the news. I have a Virgo Moon. It takes time. It’s like there’s this…. hole in my chest. And it’s as though it’s sucking in stuff. Like the way a powerful fan will suck in dust or pieces of paper that wind up sticking to the outside of the grate.
Last night I kept saying, “I don’t like this news. At all.”
The God have spoken, is what I thought this morning.
Months ago, when he expressed interest in dating me again, I pulled a few cards: one for him, one for me, and one for the energy between us. The Tower was between us and now I know what the cards were saying.
For months I’d been trying to figure it out.
The Tower doesn’t *always* mean bad news or bad events. It can be your thinking that must or will change.
However, twice in my life The Tower has signaled the sky falling.
Saturn is transiting my 2nd House, squaring my 11th House. Squaring my Mars now. Mars/Aries rules my 8th House. Pluto is about to enter my 5th. You do the math.
Last night he looked like he was glowing. I saw him down the street and he looked at me with that look… that I’ve sometimes seen on his face, that a couple friends saw on his face the night we all had coffee and dessert after one of my short plays went up. A love-look with a wrinkly smile. Like he’s looking past me. And he looked fine, more than fine. And like there was a light around him. We sat down, ordered, he let me complain about something for a minute or two and then he told me.
I thought you had good news, I yelled at him. I really did think he had good news. And he did, actually — some advancement and recognition of some creative projects he’s working on.
Full recovery is expected. The Gods have spoken.
To be continued…