Oh, Horse Yang! I usually start my morning with a steamy latte, ponder the global, national, and local news, read some good blog material, and cap it off with a detailed study of my horoscope -- from two trust sources – so I'll know how to adjust my perspective to all that news. Lately I have felt, well, conflicted. This morning, the epiphany descended. In RL I am a Cancer. But in SL...I am, of all things, a Pisces!
“That's it!” I exclaimed out loud to no one, realizing immediately that I needed to mull both facets of my astrological influences. Not as easy as it sounds. According to the standard Tropical astrology crew, I really should get along quite well with myself. Cancerians, being of the “I Feel” ilk, pair well with Pisceans on the “I Believe” track. All touchy-feely watery people. Both oozing with empathy and sympathy; likely to be carrying tissues, aspirins, fairy dust, and calming teas to accommodate and soothe a variety of savage beasts. No conflict there.
Epiphany Two! What about my Vedic signs? After all, I couldn't rely on Ptolemy as the absolute authority to guide me on my morning quests. Using the sidereal approach, I discovered that the RL me is a Gemini. My SL me? Aquarius! The confluence of those signs can only be described as “Head Girl On 'Roids”. RL Me yelling, “I Think”. SL me screaming back, “I Know”.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. Jaw set, I knew the dawn of understanding approached. Some combination of “I think I know” and “I feel I believe” or “I know I believe” and “I think I feel.” Clear as mud.
Determined to leave no stone unturned, I plunged deeper. Bring in the Chinese, please. Ahh, beginning to make a bit more sense. As a Tropical Sheep-Rabbit I reveled in the delightful woolliness of my birth rights in both worlds. Soft, warm, Yin-Yin-ish – albeit a bit aimless at times.
Sidereally speaking, though, it appears I entered the world as a Tiger-Horse, 100% Yang, and probably determined to either eat or trample my Sheep-Rabbit self. I quickly reached for some comfort within the Trines. One of me was born in the year of the Ox, the other in the year of the Pig. Result: All is lost unless I partner with someone in both worlds from the year of the Dog.
The sun has finally set – the world spinning swimmingly through yet another day and me without a definitive answer on how to feel about it. Not to be undone by this, after headlines tomorrow, I shall invite the entire zoo inworld and we will settle all of this via a robust competition of Rock-Paper-Scissors.
Author's Note: Thank you to Stellata Primrose for submitting the L$1,000 winning words and punctuation used in today's column.
Mags
