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Oh my . . . yesterday, in the midst of my interior turbulence, I decided to do my daily yoga/chikung/taichi practices out in the backyard yurt, 4 PM. Determined to get and stay as present as possible for 40 minutes, to settle into spaciousness, beneath the racing, nervous mind.
And you know what? It worked!
Not only that, but yesterday, I realized afterwards, was my mother’s birthday! My mother, who was always at ease in family/social/cultural/political situations. My mother who, despite the responsibility of eight fractious children, utilized her Libra Sun’s light touch, backed by her powerful Scorpio Mars, with her always.
Her Sun, at 3° Libra, happens to conjunct both my Midheaven and my Neptune. I can learn from her ease while I’m unbridling my fiery energy now. Because that’s what happened out there: suddenly, afterwards, I realize that my frustrated fury (at the way the bureaucratic maze works locally (and everywhere!) had been unplugged. I was no longer fearful of the City Council turning us down. Because they probably will. And if they do, then let us leverage that fact to begin a local movement to preserve small affordable housing in Bloomington while simultaneously making way for multistory buildings. Both/and. Libra.
BTW: “small affordable housing” . . . what a beautiful goal for my natal Jupiter in home-loving Cancer, now transiting the Descendant (see previous posts). Cancer . . . Mothering . . . nurturing those who need affordable housing in this growing town.
Meanwhile, our committee meets here at the Green Acres Urban Farm today to decide whether we actually will go forward with our seemingly doomed application to the City Council. And as one of us said to me the other day: even if we get one City Council person to think, to actually open his or her mind a teensy bit, “we will count that as a win.”
Yes. No matter the outcome, we win.
Thanks, Mom!
