Showing posts with label libra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label libra. Show all posts

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Delete


I follow my horoscope more or less regularly. There is one that I read without fail, every day, from the spot-on guy who runs Xstrology. There are a couple of others I glance at on a more or less regular basis, and I skim Twitter's "Libra" feed for highlights once a week or so.

Today I read a Tweet that said Librans want a "Delete" button to get rid of some people, memories, and feelings. I call shenanigans. I would never delete any part of my life (I don't believe). 

Even the horrible parts. 

Maybe even especially the horrible parts.

It is by being able to pull out those painful things and finger them, touch them like talismans and turn them over and over a sacred number of times before tucking them back in my pocket that I am able to more fully appreciate the joyful times and experiences in my life. 

I require the comparison in order to more fully live. Without the existence of lows, how can I appreciate the highs? For all the humans who bemoan the variety in terrain on this path we're traveling, we'd surely become bored soon enough if the way were level, the sun always shining ('though I'm sure we'd all invite the opportunity to experience that boredom once in awhile).

So no "Delete" button for me, Life. Thank you just the same. ~~GH

Monday, August 27, 2012

Living with Librans

Two Librans occupying the same household with no outside influence to speak of lead an interesting existence. My daughter and I are gentle and loving with one another, agreeable to a fault for the most part, content to eat whenever, sleep whenever, happy to spend time with each other, supportive. Easygoing is the operative term.

The flip side of that coin is, well, indolence. The rinsed-but-dirty dish pile grows steadily, silently, stealthily. The laundry, while clean (because we can't stand stinky), is stacked five loads high in the basket on top of the dryer. Because? Well, because neither of us has initiated folding it yet. 

Yes, I am the adult, so it's incumbent upon me to both institute structure and step up the pace. I'll get around to that...mañana. For sure. Because, OMG, I don't think I can stand this mess another day!! Oops, there's the third side to the Libran personality. 

We are gentle and agreeable and content to the extent of laziness sometimes -- only it's really not laziness; it is satisfaction more than anything. Picture Buddha. Nobody thinks Buddha is lazy, but he's hardly a marathon runner either.

The extreme of this contentment slides right into the den of inactivity. Nothing gets done during this phase. The fridge is full, the shelves are stocked, all the laundry is clean, but we don't want to move.

Then panic mode kicks in when energy returns. *Ding* a bell goes off in our pretty heads and we're tearing around with a vacuum in one hand and a dust rag in the other. Lift your feet! Better yet, run for your life! It won't last long, just long enough to get things in order so we can sit down and enjoy the fruits of our labor.

Yes, Libra is the sign of balance but the key point to remember is we seek balance, we do not maintain it. We are constantly adjusting, tweaking, chasing after that Impossible Dream where everything is level and even and clean, pretty, and smells nice.

Till next time. ~GHC