Life on the Cusp: The Well-Balanced Maniac

According to one friend, my October Balance post was a clear expression of my astrological sign: Libra. Well – perhaps. Personally, I file astrology under occasionalLibra fun, entertainment – and maybe an attractive piece of jewelry.  I’ve never had my chart done, I rarely invest more than a passing thought or occasional glance at my horoscope; but today, for some reason, I decided to do a little follow-up research on a comment from my youth (by a hopeful suitor).  After all, the vast annals of Astrology.com are just a few clicks away now.

My birthday means my sun sign is not simply Libra.  Having been born near the change date from one sun sign to the next, I’m actually a Libra-Scorpio Cusp.  According to my suitor (way back then):  “Libra-Scorpio Cusps are well-balanced sex maniacs.”

My reply:  “If one is going to be a sex maniac, it’s probably best to be well-balanced about it.”  Whether this fellow and I further explored this interesting label is none of your business, and whatever happened was billions of years ago anyway.

My online research today was a quick check to see if there is any astrological basis at all for the sex-maniac comment.  (I’ve long been aware of the Libran balance part of the equation.) Here’s Astrology.com’s initial paragraph about Libra-Scorpio Cusps:

Libra is the seventh sign of the zodiac; Scorpio is the eighth. After Libra’s intellectual exploration of other people, Scorpio’s interest is in discovering other people’s emotions and how they respond to the world around them. Scorpio is the sign of sex and death, the beginning and ending, and they explore these ideas from an emotional standpoint. Libra/Scorpios strive to create balance and harmony between self and other through investigation and probing. They are often strongly intuitive and penetrating. They have a need to be liked.

So since Scorpio is the sign of sex and death, and Libra goes for balance and harmony, there is some astrological legitimacy to my date’s synopsis.  Of course, I might be a well-balanced death maniac – but that was less relevant to my date’s objective.  No, I do not remember what his astrological sign was, so who knows if we were astrologically compatible – which probably didn’t really matter to either of us. I also don’t remember his name – take that little nugget of information off to wherever you wish.

Like most healthy human beings, there was a phase of my youth in which hormones and curiosity combined to rank sex quite high on the motivational priority scale of my life.  I don’t think I was ever particularly maniacal in its pursuit, though.  I think my sexual philosophy was then and is still quite well-balanced:

  1. Best when pursued within the context of a caring emotional bond, though not without its merits as an emotional-bond initiator and cultivator.
  2. Enjoy fully (both physically and emotionally). Sex is a celebration of life. If you aren’t incorporating a fair amout of smiling and laughing  (well, at least giggling) into the exchange, you may be taking sex (and possibly life) too seriously.
  3. Not worth risking your life over.

I don’t think I’ve ever been particularly maniacal about anything really:  not sex, death, money, love, politics. I lean toward the well-balanced side of the cusp – which is undoubtedly astrologically verified by the fact that my birthday’s on the Libra side of the cusp not the Scorpio.

Astrology.com”s “need to be liked” sentence seems a little off. Sure, I like to be liked, but I think my love of solitude takes me at least one rung down from NEED.

Ah-hah!  Maybe I’m maniacal about solitude?

Nah – I’m even a balanced hybrid in the hermit arena.

My wanderings into astrology today confirmed that the descriptions are general enough to apply to (and flatter) almost anyone who’s curious enough to follow the path – a worthy choice for an hour’s entertainment.  I am not passing judgment on those who are serious astrology buffs. I realize there is much more to the whole deal than simple sun signs and birthdays. If that’s where your interest takes you – go for it.

An interesting curiosity surfaced though: one of the most astrologically compatible mates for a Libra-Scorpio cusp is a Sagittarius-Capricorn cusp.

Coincidentally, my true-love, Griz, is a Sagittarius-Capricorn cusp. How about that? Worth a ponder…

“In the magical universe, there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.” – William S. Burroughs

October Balance

Stevens Pass, October 2008

Stevens Pass, October 2008

October is my favorite month. I like autumn generally and (here) October is the month that finds the perfect balance between summer and winter. Nature is quieting down, weather is revving up. Humans are settling some, too (at least temporarily) – school routines are set and efficient, holiday frenzies have not quite begun.

I always prefer quiet to frenzy. It’s part of my attraction to solitude.

October is also my birth month. Birthdays provide a day of license to celebrate ourselves  – incorporate some self-indulgence into the schedule without apology.  More importantly for me they are the annual opportunity to reflect on another trip around the sun – that pivotal personal reminder of the grand balance between the clearly temporary and seemingly eternal.

There is, apart from mere intellect, in the makeup of every superior human identity, (in its moral completeness, considered as ensemble, not for that moral alone, but for the whole being, including physique,) a wondrous something that realizes without argument, frequently without what is called education, (though I think it the goal and apex of all education deserving the name) – an intuition of the absolute balance, in time and space, of the whole of this multifarious, mad chaos of fraud, frivolity, hoggishness – this revel of fools, and incredible make-believe and general unsettledness, we call the world; a soul-sight of that divine clue and unseen thread which holds the whole congeries of things, all history and time, and all events, however trivial, however momentous, like a leashed dog in the hand of the hunter.  – Walt Whitman

Fine Art by Kathy Kimball & Company

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"Discovery Park" by Kathy Kimball

When including a link to my friend, Kathy Kimball, in that last post, I made a conscious choice to link to her page at The Carrot Revolution Art Company site, rather than to one of her faculty profile pages at the University of Washington.  I’m sure there are people who work with Kathy every day who don’t even know she is an artist.  She teaches in the Department of Education – not Art.

I think the above oil on canvas is a great reflection of Kathy’s potential as an artist. I’m no expert, I just like what I like – but I think anyone who has been to Seattle’s Discovery Park in autumn will recognize Kathy’s gift.

One of the reasons I like to pressure Kathy to reevaluate her schedule is I’d love to see what happens when she starts giving the artist a bit more time. To quote Robert Heinlein:

Creativity demands leisure.”

Summer’s Unstoppable Demise

Vine maple’s first blood

Signals the unstoppable -

Summer’s fine demise.

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Done With Death, Moving On To Destruction …and Laughter

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge – myth is more potent than history – dreams are more powerful than facts – hope always triumphs over experience – laughter is the cure for grief – love is stronger than death – Robert Fulghum

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Music: Bad Day by Daniel Powter
Roadrunner Cartoons:  Looney Tunes, Warner Brothers

Griz & Trish Engage In a "Spirited Discussion"

Possibly about dental hygiene.


Seriously – the title of this photo is BeaRRRSS, by Daniel Hernanz. If you are a fan of wildlife (nature) photography or just photography or just wildlife, you should definitely check out Daniel Hernanz’ photostream on Flickr.

Dani is an exceptional talent. He has my greatest admiration and was kind enough to let me use this image.

His work is a far cry from my personal wildlife photos – a unique collection of blurred images and animal rumps disappearing into the bush.

Personal Balance: Serendipity of a Tall Sunset

We rarely get a sunset tall enough to splash color above our 60-year old evergreens.  Conditions have to be just right – a very red sunset and clearing to the west with high clouds lingering overhead here to provide a reflective canvas.  One of nature’s perfect moments of fleeting artistry.

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Living in nature can be demanding at times but the rewards are abundant. Staying spontaneous enough to stop all else and relish such serendipity promotes my sense of  personal balance. (Photos are icing.)

Meditation on the Rocks

I have always loved rocks – not gemstones,  just rocks. I took geology in college so I know the basics, but my love of rocks is more esoteric and artistic than scientific. On walks, I collect what catches my eye, for color, shape or imagined story. 

We live on a slope of soil over glacial till – an endless supply of  rocks. More rocks surface each year through erosion, gentle flow or slump.  I’m a subtle collector -  a rock or two a month, but I wind up with rock piles over time.  I made myself an Easter basket today - rocks over moss: 

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Why do I do this? It’s one of those harmless “you-like-what-you-like” behaviors – analysis may diminish the experience.  But here are the keyword themes motivating my rock love:  beauty, creation, endurance, eternity, stillness.

To spare you from boredom, future rock blogging will always have the word “rock” in the title.  Even I’m often surprised at how easily I can be entertained.