Astrology at the junction of Fate and Free Will.

Image credit: D Sharon Pruitt

I tried to outrun the gathering storm – it worked, for a while. But the minuscule drips soon turned to cascading droplets and there was no escaping it – I was out in the weather. The pouring heavens cried; I felt their tears wick through my soft cotton tank and into my sports bra as I ran through the deluge. I tried in vain to dry the sky’s eyes but the thin streams trickling down the side of the road soon eddied and gushed into small rivers, soaking hair, skin, feet. I surrendered completely to the rain, allowing it to wash over me as I received its absolution; blessed holy water from above cleansing mankind of its transgressions. Sometimes we all need a good cry – Mother Earth is no exception. I made my peace with the downpour as I pressed on, knowing sanctuary awaited if I just kept moving forward.

09/06/17

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