A New Moon?

*Image courtesy of realastrologers.com

In Scorpio, on my birthday. How appropriate, hm? :D Soooo... I'm obliged to write a longish wish list, no escape here. Watch out, Santa! I've been writing for a couple of days to make sure on the 26-27th I'll have more than enough requests to keep you busy till Christmas! LOL

And here is what I found today:
"The new moon at the end of the month falls in your sign, and this is an empowering time for you, when you make considerable impact on the world. This is a new start with a strong focus on the economy and how to administrate and share resources. There is a strong focus on travel in connection with career and partnership at this time and the stakes are high."
http://gugi.typepad.com/blog/2011/09/scorpio-october.html#more

Very high indeed! LOL London for Christmas, a bit of Italy for the New Years's, how about some Venice for the carnival too? :D

On the other hand, I'm wondering which one is more concerning - Colin Firth in a third Bridget Jones movie or Keira Knightley as Anna Karenina.... That's Tolstoy, for God's sake! :ooooooo The only movie I have ever seen that successfully united Russian culture with Western cast was the "Barber of Siberia". But let's not forget it was written (partially) and directed by Mikhalkov. Everything else is such a... blah. And Knightley? For Anna? God forbid. Although Firth trying to conceive is almost equally terrifying.

Which probably means this will be another holiday season watching the good old BBC series, armed with liquor bonbons and good cognac. :D

A boy. A Pisces child.

My boy, that is. My child, brought by the faeries. Not resembling anyone, not related to anything, a creature of a world I wished to know but I fail to understand constantly. Because I was so much better in this when he was a baby; because I've somehow lost the energy to truly support him these days; because I'm turning into a frightening copy of all that terrifies me in other parents, and because I feel so guilty and I've been feeling like this for months... I just wanted to give him the understanding of one remarkable woman - Linda Goodman. And to say, again, I still love Alice and I still know where Wonderland is... I just sometimes need someone to remind me where I left my key the other day. And I hope he, my faerish child, will understand. I wish he will forgive but not forget. I need a reminder. Every day.

Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam-
Life, what is it but a dream?

Someday, either the Piscean philosophy of freedom of expression or the conformist concept will win. My money is on Pisces. Of course, your friendly, warm-hearted little Neptunian must be taught that people expect him to adjust eventually to their crazy-quilt, upside-down concepts in order to survive. But if he's shoved too hard by stem, negative adults, he'll lose his way back to the other side of the looking-glass. Don't steal his key. He needs to slip over there now and then, to refresh himself with the true wisdom of the Red Queen and the White Knight. Then he can better cope with the real world of war, poverty, disease, hypocritical ethics and ingratitude. Your little fish needs a cloak of protection against the cold winds to come. Knit it yourself with bright, gay sturdy yam. Try to understand his Neptune ways. Guide him tenderly, wisely, and when he's tall enough, he may someday suddenly reach out and catch one of his silver stars to bring home to you. Then you'll be glad you didn't laugh at his dreams. Better clear off a spot on the mantle right now.

Mas du Rouge

I don't think I have shared my favorite Provencal escape or at least one of my favorites. Here it is, Mas du Rouge. :) http://www.masdurouge.com/environnement.htm

Conquering the past

I haven't had much time to write since we moved back to Europe in August. At first, I needed to recharge my batteries and spent long weeks at the seaside. Then I had to help those I care for to adjust. And finally, I'm at the stage where it seems I have to conquer my past. It feels quite strange, like I've never been away from here... but I'm a stranger. Things I've forgotten, years that seem to have disappeared, friends which are no more around, yet the buildings and the trees are the same... It's such a surreal feeling. I've always believed moving backwards is a huge mistake but this time I don't feel like I'm moving, I'm an icicle waiting to fall but spring is far.

Meanwhile, as each time I'm back in Europe, my suitcases remain packed and the longing to travel doesn't let me sleep. I didn't go to Prague because my favourite team didn't qualify for the finals and the travelling plans were cancelled. This only led to even worse travelling obssession. LOL I literally can't stay here. I know all these lovely places are just an hour flight away and I hardly manage to keep myself at place. But I'm totally planning London for Christmas just because to me Christmas is London, don't ask me why. Each fall I start thinking "London-Christmas" like I have this chip in my head that is programmed to turn on at this time of the year and it has only one program installed. :)

However, I don't really see in my mind all those glorius London lights and the crowded streets... No, I see this quiet, unusually snowy picture, the empty street and the dim street lights... May be I'll hear the steps of a late walker or the distant laugh of a couple going back home after seeing this fabulous new play... May be the wreath on someone's door will fall and the decorations will spill on the snow and spark like jewels. Or I'll go to my hotel without seeing and hearing anything and will paint and write till the morning takes away the mistery of the holiday night. May be.



*Photo courtesy of GemBem75