a new poemsongthing… inspired by this (which is an anagram of shit, as in scary &*%#)

To Be Strong: 2012

If you think there is no farther you can fall
Remember, there is no limit to the all
The only ground that you can stand upon
Is in the center, and it falls with you

Remember to be fluid in your lives
Follow your feet, and know you will survive
The only earth that can hold you flesh and soul
Is the earth that holds you here and now

There is a place where you are safe, and held, and warm
There is a one and only time for which you’re born
the time is now, the only place is here
There is a method, and this is how

Mm bap mm beep mm boop de doop de dooo
Mm bip mm bop mm baaahhh, mm, and me and you
And we and me and we and you and me and we
Mm bap mm be mm boop de doop de dooo

If you think there is no farther you can fall
Remember, place no limits upon the all
The only help that you can count upon
Is the help you give yourself

When your cup is full, it will spill over
When your cup is full it will spill over
It will spill over, it will spill over
There is nothing you can do
But open up your heart
There is nothing you can do
But open up your lips
There is nothing you can do
But open up your arms

There is nothing you can do
But open up your mind
There is nothing you can do
But open up your legs
And teach your soul to beg
And stop trying to play dead
Stop hiding in your head

It’s all right, you are not bad, or weird, or wrong
You’ve got a heart, you’ve got a thought, you’ve got a song
you will always belong
it’s okay to be strong

with so very many things to become enraged, terrified and generally upset about. I tend to focus on my own life and feelings in my writing, with exceptions of course.

Like when I wrote the post, ‘my little plan to save the world‘, sometimes I do feel inspired to add my writings to the massive, seething cauldron of words already written attempting to address the Big Picture and to fix the glaring and species-threatening issues we face.

With a Virgo Ascendant, part of my personality programming is the assumption that I’m merely one little teeny cog in an infinitely large machine, and what can little me do to affect anything? This shrinking self-image is squared by a Saturn-Mars opposition which is determined to try, hopeless though it might be; I’m a bit of a don Quixote archetype. Yet I often run out of momentum before I even start, because the underlying feeling of hopelessness behind the determination (twelfth-house Pluto) is all-pervasive.
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Hi all, I’ve added a link to some slideshows of photos you might enjoy. You’ll find the link on the sidebar and also in the header bar.

I have over 1,500 photos on my flickr page and this a fun way to enjoy some of them. I hope you like.

The ‘about phoenix’ page has also been updated.

Blogging is a dangerous business. You never know when some injudicious slip of the keyboard, a post, a paragraph or perhaps even a phrase that seems a good idea to you might rub raw the sensitivities or hurt the heart of another. And then what can be said? This is my attempt to say it.

I am a public person; I can see it in my natal chart. The infamous Gemini Midheaven Mars can be an annoying loudmouth who spills secrets to the world in exchange for some sense of hope for profit or recognition. The Midheaven represents the part of the blueprint where we are required to give back to society. Get a job, offer a service, have a career, whatever it is, the Midheaven, its aspects, rulerships and inhabitants very accurately describes what we do for our living.

Mars in Gemini is right at home on the internet. I can blog my brains out, spill my wormy can all over the place, tell it like it’s just a story for the entertainment of the masses. And it is a story. Just a story. But whose story is it? Who owns the story of my life? Discriminating between what’s mine and what rightfully belongs to another is the most difficult task I have ever set my heart to.

It’s my job–my responsibility to society, strange as that may seem–to babble whatever trivialities and observations might occur to me. That’s what Gemini is about, babbling trivialities, following curiosity’s fickle nose through the random dandelion fields of life’s interactions. There’s more to the story than that, of course, but you can see it’s a tricky sort of career path I’m on.
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