Tonight is the new moon in Scorpio. Scorpio season is almost to its end, and I can't be too sorry to see it go. I felt brittle under it, fragile and futile. But Sagittarius season is coming. If the only good thing about astrology is how the designation of phases allows you to accept a period of negativity and move forward into a fresh cycle, that's enough for me.
I make it sound like it was so bad; it wasn't, I'm just bummed about my job downturn, and I take so much of my self-worth from that, at a time in my life like right now, when I really want an extra heaping of self-worth to insulate.
But I am in love with this time of year's secret little half-seasons. It isn't quite winter, but it's not fall anymore, either. The woods are so special now, all sleepy. I think they're almost more beautiful now than they are all year, or maybe beautiful in some entirely new, transformed way. Every color seems to dilute into the air itself. I can't get enough of them. I remember this last year too, how every chance I got I'd try to get a little further out there.
I realize this is like, my third or something post where the only content is "I love the woods, yo" but it's my blog, so, what can you really expect?
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Today in the store, an elderly man and his wife came up to me. I thought they were going to ask if I worked there, but instead, they asked, "Can you show us how to send us a picture on our phone to our son?" As I was teaching the man, I told him, "I actually used to write basic software guides." He said "Were you ever on a basketball team? You're very tall."
I am very tall.
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I like this part of Falls hollow. The waterfall has cut up these two giant shoulders of rock so that there's almost a fortification. Maybe it's too much re-reading LotR, but it feels like sitting up on the wall of some crumbled fortress from a kingdom long gone.
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