ON TIME AND TRUTH: A PLUMP MOON & FALLING FOR GRAMMAR

Today the plump moon is nearly at her roundest and as of this writing, only 5 degrees away from fullness. Being in the manor of Mercury, she looks to them for foundation. Maybe finds something hard, a clump of dirt, raising hell as Mercury has already entered the territory of the trine of Uranus. Mercury, in turn, works as Saturn's spade. Full stop. To cut. To love as consequence.

I'd like to think that my stollen resting, rising in the oven with it's single light, brought about this snow storm in Maine. I swear on time and truth.. that could not be the case. But time keeps pace, and being in/on time is different from being on top of time. Imagine thinking you could be on top of Saturn.

I am often a punctual person. I prefer to be prepared, to show up early, to settle in. Of course, there are many instances where I am not as on time as I'd like to be. But I do follow a guideline of 5-10 minutes of leeway at the maximum. Astrological time is something wholly different. In some ways, it's not even about time; it becomes a map for keeping your word. When language and time intersect— will you do the things you say you will?

What happens when ones actions inhibit another from acting forward, toward? Toward acting in and on time? What does it mean, then, to be the one who creates a tax on time by their absence? It begins to stink of forcing the burden of time and task unto others, rather than some conceptual bending of time and culture.

by Bagautdinov from Hands Up!

Keep your word on a repetitive (time) basis, and trust slowly materializes. The feeling (moon) is given form (Saturn). What does it mean to live in time-based reality (no matter how wretched) as a method of living in agreement with others? Who in your life is worthy of time-operated commitment?

So who is the late comer to time? In a harsh light, untrustworthy. At best, a body of refusal to the general consensus of material operation. And if the latter is any bit true, what happens to their relationship to power? See, in this instance I hear power look away. And yet the burden of time and task remain the same. Stay t u n e d, dear readers. Saturn is our bridge to heaven.

xoxo,
sarah