January 15th, 2014


Rob today, and ice

Not my brother.  Brezsny.

In her poem "Catch a Body," Ilse Bendorf says she dislikes the advice "Don't ever tell anybody anything." On the other hand, "Tell everyone everything" isn't the right approach, either, she says. Judging from your astrological omens, Cancerian, I surmise that you're wavering between those two extremes. You're tempted to think you've got to do one or the other. Should you cultivate the power that comes from being silent, and keep people guessing about your true feelings? Or should you seek greater intimacy but risk giving away your power by confessing all your inner thoughts? I suggest you take a middle path. Tell the vivid truth, but carefully and incrementally.

I like it.

I have my purple boots on again today.  They're good for stepping into deep snow when it's the alternative to slick ice.  So much slick ice about.  Aboot.  A boot for the slick ice aboot.

ETA:  See comments for the poem.