Heads up Pisces folks. Actually heads down–it seems that the sign Pisces rules the feet and many of my Pisces pals are tripping over things and having to slow down…it is a silly thing to say to a Pisces, but as a Capricorn I’ll do it anyway–“watch where you are going”
Always on the lookout for places you might go to learn or be inspired, I went to find Dana Gerhardt’s words on the moon. I always want to read what Dana writes. You will want to head on over to a great site for this and other articles called The Meta Arts Magazine or to Dana’s site MoonCircles.com
Pisces New Moon: Call and Response
by Dana Gerhardt
It’s another new moon: when the magically minded make wishes and astrologers attempt to divine this cycle’s intentions. But fates are personal. Even if a new moon chart could be forced to describe them all, no single astrologer could tell that many stories. The wishes you make now may indeed be super-powered, but if you don’t have a strong relationship with the archetypes, don’t expect special favors. If you rarely sip tea with your quirky neighborhood psychic, don’t expect her to throw rings of protection around your house. New Moons are potent times to forge alliances with the gods. Visit the invisible world. Bow and open yourself to their touch. Make an offering. Humans have been rendezvousing with these archetypes for thousands of years. When you call out to the gods, they do respond!
Pisces plays the mandolin and wears sky blue shirts that smell like lavender or sometimes roses. When he visits, you might hear snow melting. Tulips and daffodils poke their heads above ground to greet him, while starlings dream of their future: finding a soul mate, nest-building, teaching their young to fly. Pisces’ mother used to worry about him. He’d spend long hours alone in his room. Whenever she pressed her ear to the door, holding a bowl of soup or grilled cheese sandwiches, she would hear strange voices, sometimes sobbing, maybe a violin, or a trilling bird. One year he drew a thousand portraits of clouds. Next year he took up face painting, until every kid in the neighborhood had become twelve fantastic animals. The year after that he spoke just one word: “Ah.” He studied poetry and took long naps in college. Later he tried the corporate world, but missed too many meetings. One day he kidnapped the shipping department and took them to a matinee just before Fed-Ex arrived. read more at: Meta Arts
do read all the way to the end so you can enjoy a line about hot dogs 🙂