Sailing Alone Around the Universe

Sailing Alone Around the Room is one of my favorite collections of poetry by Billy Collins. I like poetry that doesn't require a Ph.D. to figure out. But, I'm not going to talk about Billy. Although he is a fine subject for another time. I'm just going to borrow his book and poem title, paraphrase it, because that's what came to my sleep-deprived brain. It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep. Again. So, what do I do? I go on The Cosmic Path, an astrology site I check out from time to time. Okay, okay, every week. It's sort of an interesting, semi-pleasant way to pass the time. I don't know how much stock you put in these things. I try not to get all tangled up in assessments and projections of what my life is like, or going to be like. According to the Universe and all. Maybe it's part of my control issues. I gotta tell you, though, this week is supposed to be the week to end all weeks. This is The Week That Was. This is the culmination of all sorts of things and new beginnings for a bunch of other stuff. If you don't believe me, check it out. www.thecosmicpath.com. and see for yourself. Blue moon, lunar eclipse and all.

We're going to be "revising and releasing." There will be "disclosures and door closings" (have you noticed how astrologers seem to like using alliteration?). We'll be "tying up loose ends." No alliteration there, but I've heard that before. "Loose ends" defines my life. Then what will I do? She tells us the "metaphoric paring knife is out." Yikes! I never like it when they talk about kitchen knives. I know that's supposed to bode well in this case, but I gotta tell ya, paring knives doesn't sound good. Never has.

One of the things that caught my attention is that this week supposedly ties into stuff that happened in 2001. Now, I don't know about you, but besides the obvious biggie, I had my own personal 9/11 that year and I don't intend to go back there. Why not just tell me I have to be 12 years old again and finish me off for good? Yes, there is an upside to it. It sounds like it's all about personal empowerment, getting our mojo back and stuff like that. It's actually narrowed down to a lunar eclipse that happened on December 30, 2001. Remember what you were doing that night? I do. I was en route to my new life in Santa Fe. Literally. It sounds wonderful, right? Wrong. I was in the emotional fight, or was that flight, of my life. Going head-long into a life I'd always dreamed of, but with the unappealing, bordering-on-harrowing (no, it was definitely harrowing, no bordering), experience of my life. Yet again. To borrow and paraphrase a line from "Dumb and Dumber," 'She's a little slow.' Boy and girl relationships have not been my forte. I have not fared well in the courtship game part of life. Some might even say I didn't play well. Or fairly. As Mark Twain once said, "Things ne'er do go smoothly in weddings, suicides and courtships." You're tellin' me.

Anyway, Rob Brezny, my favorite astrologer, yes, I checked out another site, tells me that characters dressed in medieval garb right out of the Tarot, i.e. the warrior, the magician, and the priestess, are going to help me find the wild blackberries that are growing on more accessible branches.They're ripe and ready for the pickin' and I get to eat them. I hope I get to have cream with them. I'm also hoping the punctuation police aren't walking up to my door at this moment. And that this gal at Cosmic Path is right and the Universe is supplying her with all sorts of signals and symbols that point to this year being The year. The, meaning good stuff is going to happen.

She says, "Sweep out the old and immerse yourself in time present. That's where you live: now. And that's where each day of next year will take place: in the now."  Now. That works for me. Been workin' on that one. A lot.

Blue Moon Lunar Eclipse?  Let's Dance.