I have just celebrated a birthday. On the morning itself I turned to my Bert and said:”You can wish me Happy Birthday”. “Oh, is it your birthday? “Yes”. “Happy Birthday, Sweet Pea.”
The telephone rings and it is the first greeting of the day. “Who was that?” “That was our son and daughter-in-law. They were singing the birthday song to me.” I begin to sing and he joins in. “ Are they coming today?” “No. The family celebration was on Monday. We had a lovely meal and you really enjoyed your shoe-string French fries.” “Oh”.
My birthday was wonderful and different. It began with a Caregiver Wellness programme which included Dancercise, Music Therapy and Meditation. There was a fabulous lunch, then dinner with friends at a Japanese restaurant. We sat at the Teppanyaki Bar. My Bert exclaimed as the flames shot up towards the ceiling: “Gosh, I am HOT!” Naturally everyone seated at our station laughed. The evening was filled with laughter.
My birthday is a time of introspection; of reviewing the past year and looking with hope towards a brighter year. That has not changed.
However, this year my astrologist friend told me that this was a special year for all who are born on March 21st. She referred me to an entry in Google quoted here:
“Your horoscope for March 21 to 27, 2019. This is no ordinary change of season. Spring has sprung on a super full moon in Libra and with the sun in Aries supplying added life force to Chiron in Aries, a transit that happens once every 50 years. … Aries is the sign of new beginnings, fresh starts, and action.”
I kept on reading the lengthy article as I was curious. It proved interesting until I got to such deep astrological pontification on ‘Solar Return’, ‘square aspect’ and ‘Mars-North Node aspect’ the latter supposedly having great impact on my relationships and love life. I am a caregiver for my Bert. I can teach all aspects, astrological or not about love. I gave up on the long form and with tongue firmly in cheek parsed the above short version specifically for ME, the birthday girl. Here goes:
“This is no ordinary change of season” – It never is in Canada. Snow in May and golfers teeing up in December are par for the course. Groan. For me the seasons change on a daily basis and they are: a good day, a bad day, a day when brain cells die, a miracle day of almost normal.
“Spring has sprung” – Hey, hold your horses. It is still only March! Meteorologists will tell you that spring arrives on March 1st.. Huh? Yet March does bring hope for warmer days. I can feel that spring is in the air and I celebrate the fact of life, new life, my life, my day.
“A super full moon in Libra”- I did see the super full moon. It was heavenly! (Geez!). I did not care that it was in Libra or Libya or wherever. It was full. It was bright. I was happy to see it.
“The sun in Aries”- If I had the power the sun would always be in Aries and every other Zodiac sign. I am a child of Light.
“… supplying added life force to Chiron in Aries…every 50 years”: Yes, the sun is a life force. The rest being Greek to me I went to Google. I found this among other soon to be forgotten tidbits:
“In astrology, Chiron is referred to as the “wounded healer,” and on Feb. 18, this strange, and oh-so-unique, comet will conclude an eight-year-long transit through the dreamy sign of Pisces, and slide into fiery Aries until the year 2027. Naturally, this asteroid’s energetic influence will play a role in both our lives, and in the collective overall. So, yeah, this is definitely a big deal.”
No big deal to me as I will be long dead before this fascinating phenomenon comes around in 50 years. Neither does being on fire for the next eight years inspire jubilation. Also, since being sidetracked is an ever present danger when on the internet I also found out that Chiron is a comet, a key, the biggest superpower we have which helps us unlock our greatest gift from the heavens. Somewhat oxymoronic for a “wounded healer” I thought.
The best was last.
“Aries is the sign of new beginnings, fresh starts and action.” Every day is a new beginning. For my Bert I could say every minute is a fresh start. As a caregiver I am always doing. I saw this as being given permission to be positive, to never give up.
The Meander: Astrological prognostication or not, life is not dictated by our stars but by ourselves. We can choose how we will overcome the vicissitudes thrown in our path. I choose that no matter how dark the day I will try to face the challenges with a positive attitude for the rest of the journey. We will make it with a little help from our friends… and astrology.