VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Throughout North America and Europe, there 
are hundreds of unused roads. Many are former exit and entrance ramps 
to major highways, abandoned for one reason or another. Some are 
stretches of pavement that used to be parts of main thoroughfares 
before they were rerouted. I suggest we make "unused roads" your 
metaphor of the week, Virgo. It may be time for you to bring some of 
them back into operation, and maybe even relink them to the pathways 
they were originally joined to. Are there any missing connections in your 
life that you would love to restore? Any partial bridges you feel motivated 
to finish building?

from Freewillastrology 



“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
― Henry Miller

(c) BRIDGEMAN; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation


I am falling in love
with my imperfections
The way I never get the sink really clean,
forget to check my oil,
lose my car in parking lots,
miss appointments I have written down,
am just a little late.

I am learning to love
the small bumps on my face
the big bump of my nose,
my hairless scalp,
chipped nail polish,
toes that overlap.
Learning to love
the open-ended mystery
of not knowing why

I am learning to fail
to make lists,
use my time wisely,
read the books I should.

Instead I practice inconsistency,
irrationality, forgetfulness.

Probably I should
hang my clothes neatly in the closet
all the shirts together, then the pants,
send Christmas cards, or better yet
a letter telling of
my perfect family

But I’d rather waste time
listening to the rain,
or lying underneath my cat
learning to purr.

-by Elizabeth Carlson



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