1. Get moving! Get outside. Get into nature. Go for a walk. Garden. Run. Play in the snow. The river. The mud. And don’t forget to take me with you. I like being outdoors. There’s so much out there to explore and it’s just good doginess to share it! 2. Stop and smell the roses. Breathe. […]
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Magic, Opportunity and Luck For the Taking: Jupiter Uranus Trine Grand Finale
Crystal B. Astrology
Sometimes things just magically come together.
On June 22nd, 2015, Jupiter and Uranus will come together in the most magical way — for the last time.
The popular saying, “Save the Best for Last” comes to mind when I think of this grand planetary finale (referred to as a Jupiter Uranus trine). Jupiter and Uranus have met up before—2x already to be exact.
The first time was on September 25, 2o14. That was great but Jupiter wasn’t quite giving HIS all since he was going RETROgrade.
The second time was on March 3rd, 2015. That brought out some great energy too. However, Uranus wasn’t quite giving HIS all at that time since he was going RETROgrade. Plus he was moving into that nasty last square with Pluto which peaked mid-March.
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Pomp and circumstance makes me cry. From my own graduation – The Class of 1967 – Russell High and after a few decades UK and Marshall. Then to my daughters high school and college graduations. I still know the separation anxiety from back then. Uggg. And now, now? How did this all happen so quickly – my oldest grandchild’s high school graduation? The Class of 2015. So many changes.
William, who I held all night when he was 6 weeks old through a glorious Christmas Eve with a full moon on snow; who taught me to play trucks and then to read maps. I would pick him up at day care and after feeding him (because school makes a kid really hungry) he would draw a map. In actuality it was scribbles on a piece of paper but when we went outside he would follow the lines and we’d walk around town following his detailed instructions, explainations and directions.
I tried to understand Pokémon and listened intently but never really latched onto their collective significance. He left me with his extensive capabilities with Legos. Although I did spend many hours in ToysRUs agonizing over which box to buy. Can you say Star Wars up the walls of his bedroom?
I sewed the official flag for Sector 7. We had road trips, one to buy a ridiculously expensive organic free range turkey for Thanksgiving. He navigated, perfectly through road construction. (Maybe it was the training from the kindergarten map game. Hummm).
He liked to spend the night and we would talk about life’s maneuverings about soccer and bullying team mates. He helped me build labyrinths. I saved him from having to ride the school bus more often than not. “Gram, don’t make me ride the bus today. Please come and get me!”
I took him all three times to drivers license testing. And then he was off – launched via a plastic card into his own world – friends, engineering classes, soccer, clubs, and girls. No more exploring with a grandmother.
While Grandmother status eliminates the daily responsibilities of child nurturing, it is also a generation removed from the intimate dependency of parent-child. My link with William (and the other four) a generation removed. So I was “re-placed” by the growing up and away options. And while I know this is for sure, absolutely, positively the way things happen, I miss him. And I know for sure, absolutely, positively our blood connection will never change nor will our history together and thus the influence we have had on each other is genetic and a part of who he is.
Life is ever changing. Like the DNA strands people, situations, places and things come together and separate. We come together and we grow apart while coursing through the mutable rapids of life where we hold tightly onto love and relationships while writing our stories a chapter at a time. This is the unchanging part, the foundation part.
And I do not wish to stop you, William, or hinder your growth, or keep you from experiencing that which peaks your curiosity. I miss your childhood. And I do know that no matter where you go and what you do I will always be your grandmother – your favorite grandmother in Scott County. I am the one who rocked you that Christmas Eve when we talked of the life ahead. And I am the grandmother who once bought you a popcorn pan for your birthday and I am the one who lost you in the lobby of the hotel in Florida when you were two years old. And, yes, on my watch you only fell down the stairs once. Only once. Oh and then there is the curling iron event.
Yet you did grow up, in spite of it all!
(Changing the words by inserting boy for girl, obviously!)
May your warrior heart be guided by compassion, tenacity, joy and love. And may the pitfalls be pot holes not sink holes.
I love you, William. Always.
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