I wondered what her life had been. How had she ‘ended up’ like this? She had a pretty nice SUV and it was in good condition. I thought of my own life and various choices I have made that brought me to my present circumstances.
One thing is true. In the world today, a woman on her own still has a much harder time ‘making it’. I see women selling their crafts at the farmer’s markets all over the county. I can tell which ones are married. Husbands come with their trucks loaded, help set up the canopy and unload all the bins. Husbands run back and forth responding to cell phone calls bringing that important thing she forgot. Husbands bring food and beverage. The wives sit surrounded by their ‘art’. I wonder if they realize that without the support of their husbands they couldn’t afford to follow their bliss?
Meanwhile, I, and many others, do it all myself. Then after a hard day sitting outside at a market, I come home and cook myself dinner from the food I either bought with foodstamps or got at the foodbank. I am not ashamed of this. I feel it is part of my ‘retirement package’. The line grows longer each month as more and more people are forced to rely on this food, while, what we get dwindles each month. When I get an excess of certain items, I try to give it to homeless people.
I have spent a lot of time reviewing my life to see ‘where I went wrong’, so to speak. I followed my heart a good deal of the time. I refused to make myself sick for a job. When I worked at the Copyright Office, Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. the stress of commuting 2 hours each way, finding parking and dealing with my ex-marine sargent boss, not to mention the job itself, was so great my doctor said I needed to take Valium. His advice: “Drive to work, pop a pill. This will get you to lunch time. Pop another pill that will get you to 5 o’clock, then you can drive home.” “Really?” I did it one day. I was so out of it I couldn’t work. So instead of becoming a Valium addict, I quit the job to do something I liked. That was a high paying job for those days, but…guess what, the government does not pay into social security. WHAT???? So, I never got credit for those years when my hair was falling out from stress.
So what does all this have to do with Full Moon in Pisces you might be asking. Well this Full Moon is exactly conjunct my natal moon almost to the minute. So, I thought you might be interested in knowing how that plays out in a person’s real life.
It turns out I am very sensitive to energy and that it is very important that I get a lot of unscheduled time in nature. I am highly intuitive and when I take care of my emotional and energy needs, it gets even better. If something doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t. It has taken me a long time to understand my Pisces Moon, with a lot of pain, loss and suffering to go along with it. But, now, people say I am an incredible astrologer No one told me I could grow up to be an astrologer. It was not on the list of careers my parents planned for me. Nor any that I planned for myself. This is important. Sometimes we just need to take the time to live without a plan; to learn to listen; to learn to follow the crumbs that light our path.
I had to follow the crumbs into the woods so to speak. Now, I am the ‘witch in the woods’ and l love helping people see and follow the ‘crumbs’ that lead to their right path - assisting them in recognizing signs.
Despite the freedoms this modern American culture offers, it does not help us to learn how ‘to be.’ I learned that in Zaire (Congo) while in the Peace Corps. My life is very much like that of Fatima the Spinner and the Tent, a story I heard in 1996 on the Visionary Activist show by Caroline Casey on KPFA. It happened to be my Jupiter return and I was open.
Each of us has a story or there is a story that we can connect to. My story used to be “The Ugly Duckling”. It took me a long time to find my tribe, but when I found it, I was no longer considered weird. For me it happened around the time of my second Saturn return but I know it was set in motion at my first Saturn return…when I worked in Washington, D.C. and was so miserable with my ‘great job with so much potential’. I knew my destiny lay somewhere else.
This is the time to find your story or better yet, write your story. Today on Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday, she interview Paulo Coelho, author of The Alchemist. They talked about how each person has a personal legend. I am going to read that book again. It’s been years since I read it.
I’d like to recommend the upcoming webinar with Mark Jones. I have been fortunate to attend many of his lectures, read his book and gotten a reading from him. I know this webinar will be valuable.
Link to Fatima the Spinner and the Tent