Like clockwork, I get off the train, the phone rings, I wonder who it is. I know who it’s not.
And who it is is a Scorpio. From what I remember: Sun, Neptune, Venus, Jupiter in Scorpio. With Saturn in Taurus opposing. From what I remember. An old high school friend and the last time we talked or texted was over the spring or summer (I think).
He tells me a secret, after just a little bit of prodding from me, and I realize how precious this is. And he tells me how ashamed he is of this thing that he’s kept secret. Shame. Very Saturn. I wonder how close Saturn is to his Sun right now. We are written in the stars.
After the call, I think to myself that I should have asked why he felt ashamed but I didn’t think to ask why and he was philosophical as always. He wants to talk Nietzche and the eternal return and why we are doomed to keep repeating the same things.
But we’re not. We’re not.
Do you have a Scorpio story?
I had to postpone my Poetry Workshop but planning now for January 2013. In the meantime, info about Readings is here!