Free Will Astrology Horoscope - Virgo
"Whatcha gonna do with your freedom?" asks Lakshmi Devi on "Freedom," a song from her CD Raise a Holy Fire. Here's what she says she'll do with hers: "I choose to lose control in the presence of staggering beauty/ I choose to be stripped of what is unreal." In my view, that's an epically brazen way to use one's freedom -- right up there, in terms of radical moral zeal, with choosing to ease the suffering of everyone you encounter. With these examples to inspire you, Virgo, take some time to make an aggressive new formulation about how you'll use your growing freedom.
Hmm. Initial imagery involved my tentacles reaching out far and wide, prolly inspired by this past w'end at the seaside. But this squicks me insofar as my goals do NOT include grasping and clinging and certainly not stinging (unless previously negotiated), so I'm shifting the view to tendrils growing far and wide, reaching out to caress those I care about and'm interested in and wrapping 'em lovingly 'n' tenderly around folks shoulders 'n' waists and patting gently at faces/cheeks/lips.
Yeah, the garden's calling to me. As are the books upstairs, crying out to be taken to Powell's for redistribution to someone who's got more time/energy for 'em than I do. Then I'll take my credit and get s'more stuff I will read soon and learn from and explore with and make notes in and and and
Must go make it so. And eat some food.
"Whatcha gonna do with your freedom?" asks Lakshmi Devi on "Freedom," a song from her CD Raise a Holy Fire. Here's what she says she'll do with hers: "I choose to lose control in the presence of staggering beauty/ I choose to be stripped of what is unreal." In my view, that's an epically brazen way to use one's freedom -- right up there, in terms of radical moral zeal, with choosing to ease the suffering of everyone you encounter. With these examples to inspire you, Virgo, take some time to make an aggressive new formulation about how you'll use your growing freedom.
Hmm. Initial imagery involved my tentacles reaching out far and wide, prolly inspired by this past w'end at the seaside. But this squicks me insofar as my goals do NOT include grasping and clinging and certainly not stinging (unless previously negotiated), so I'm shifting the view to tendrils growing far and wide, reaching out to caress those I care about and'm interested in and wrapping 'em lovingly 'n' tenderly around folks shoulders 'n' waists and patting gently at faces/cheeks/lips.
Yeah, the garden's calling to me. As are the books upstairs, crying out to be taken to Powell's for redistribution to someone who's got more time/energy for 'em than I do. Then I'll take my credit and get s'more stuff I will read soon and learn from and explore with and make notes in and and and
Must go make it so. And eat some food.