The Shattered Prayer

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Rob’s horoscopes were a day late. They usually come out on Tuesday. So I thought, “He took an extra day with these, they must be really good.” As it turns out, I think he rushed this week’s horoscopes at the last minute, and didn’t even have time for a trip to the public toilets for grafitti inspiration.

Anyway, here’s mine:

For years I made my home in a Northern Californian city called San Rafael. Near the end of my time there, I discovered that the Miwok Indians who lived in the area for hundreds of years before the white men stole it had a different name for it: Nanaguani. I was embarrassed that it had taken me so long to know such a fundamental fact about my own neighborhood. Make this the starting point for your assignment this week, Gemini, which is to learn more about the origins of the people and places and things that are most important to you.

Well I’ve already had my confrontation with the origins of tarot.

Here’s Bas:

“There can be no transformation of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion,” wrote psychologist Carl Jung. That should be your motto in the coming week, Libra. Clear thinking and impeccable logic will not be sufficient to guide you to your next great adventure. You need the driving force of succulent emotion rising up in your solar plexus, the lush power of raw sensitivity piercing your heart. Feel as deep as you dare.

Well, its adventure-time for Bas. And for Mojo:

This week may feel like a far-off trumpet playing mournfully at dawn as you awaken from a dream about buying pomegranates in a seedy but oddly appealing open-air market in Morocco. It could also resemble the sensation of talking on the phone long-distance to a person you both love and hate as rain falls on a metal roof and you gaze at a lunar eclipse that’s breaking through a round hole in the cloud cover. In other words, Sagittarius, it’ll be a time that’s rich in hard-to-classify emotions. I expect you’ll have experiences that will both spook you and energize you, both mesmerize you and liberate you.

I think its Mojo who wins the “huh?” award this week. Trumpets and pomegranites. I’ll bet he wrote that on a dare.

“Hey Rob, betcha can’t write a horoscope this week that incorportates both the trumpet and the pomegranite”.

“Bet I can… bet I can get’em both in the same sentence…”

And for R the P:

The Inuit people of Canada’s far northern territory of Nunavut have a word that describes an old friend who’s acting oddly. In recent years, as global warming has gained momentum, they’ve applied this term, uggianaqtuq, to their environment. What are the symptoms? The sea ice forms later each winter and thaws earlier in the spring. Robins and biting flies have arrived in places where they’ve never been before. The sky is whiter and hazier, even on clear days. I suspect you’ll experience a version of uggianaqtuq in the coming days, Aquarius. Something familiar will behave in a way you’ve never experienced. That could be good or bad or a mixture of both. Which way it goes may depend in part on whether you refrain from jumping to conclusions. It may also hinge on your willingness to redefine the meaning of “good” and “bad.”

I guess considering Mojo’s weird trumpeting pomegranites this week, he’ll be the familiar thing acting in unfamiliar ways.

And Shelley will be incubating this week:

Your word of the week is incubation. It refers to the act of a parent animal sitting on eggs to keep them warm as the fetuses inside mature to the point of hatching. In a more metaphorical sense, “incubation” means the process of protecting and nurturing an idea or possibility as it ripens. Dream workers also tout “dream incubation,” in which you describe a problem that you’d like to have addressed by your dreams, and hold it in your mind as you fall asleep. If you do this with a strong intention, your dreams will eventually help you solve the problem. I invite you to apply this meditation on incubation to the work you have ahead of you, Pisces.

I hope this means good things for your writing, and not that you’ll be hatching chickens. Though if you do lay eggs, post pics.

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