Art in the Right Places
It's absolutely gorgeous and is decorated with fine art. There's a Picasso in there.
This is the only minor inconvenience I can think of. Other than that, the place is fabulous, and the Weatherstones are wonderful gracious hosts, anxious to meet you.
posted by jm at 2:18 AM
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Do we have to dress for dinner?
Oh, well, even if we do, I'm up for it. I've been camping. I can use an outhouse. My grandparents had an outhouse on their weekend farm until 1959.
When they finally got indoor plumbing, the first bath I took...a scorpion came out of the faucet. oh my.
Today we have no rain, we just have fog. A Pisces weather phenonmenon, if I know my Pisces. (and I do)
Smog = a bent Pisces
Smog = a bent Pisces
LOL!! It's got be very, very soggy where you are . . . :-) But you still have power!
Good heavens, they've got an artsy fartsy outhouse?!?
lovely site, kj...surprisingly, for one who thinks DOLLS are creepy, figures/sculptures/art dolls are beyond cool.
Now if I could get my friend Rennie (the Cancer one -- we ALL remember her, right?) to start working with clay again. I'm sure it's good for her twisted little soul to be making all those skulls/masks/devils...non?
would that be inner power, neith? or electricity?
HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Good heavens, they've got an artsy fartsy outhouse?!?
When they finally got indoor plumbing, the first bath I took...a scorpion came out of the faucet.
The one Scorpion I saw I still remember. Mexico.
In Afghanistan, the gardener in the hotel would load the water pipe with hashish and everyone would partake. Then he would yell, "Gargedoon!"(phonetic Afghani for Scorpion!)
Very interesting sculptural pieces, kj! Not entirely sure I would like to live with one of them but I like them.
would that be inner power, neith? or electricity?
Both?! Actually meant electricity . . . :-) You know, I bet it doesn't smell too good in the areas that were flooded. We usually get flooding in the early winter or late spring, and the silty mess that gets left behind still smells bad . . . can't imagine what it's like when it's warmer.
So, jm, I'm guessing this wasn't a roundabout way for you to make an art pun. :-)
My brother sent me unapproved photos of the bathroom of Casa Casuarina, the former Versace mansion. It had thrones of solid marble. :-) The shower room had detachable shower heads in a circle around the room, and the adjoining alcove had pillows, sofas and mirrors.
A Leo's dream.
I didn't know you had a brother? I'm surprised.
So funny. The choice of the word, throne. Is this our greatest contribution to life? Our most significant act?
The shower room had detachable shower heads in a circle around the room, and the adjoining alcove had pillows, sofas and mirrors.
Does this indicate a public event? Royal childbirth was public then.
Actually, it's the roads that flood...so unless you live by a bayou, you don't have icky smells. But today the water is all gone. except for a few places like Bear Creek Reservoir. The home of the herons and deer. And coyotes.
Today was a gloriously sunny day though it's 91 out there. Well, there are some clouds. They started the day as mare's tails and popcorn balls (cold front coming? really? you mean it this time? not a wussy cold front like last week? oh. highs in the 80s, lows in the 60s. I. WANT. FALL. NOW.)
It's snowing here.
Today was a gloriously sunny day though it's 91 out there. Well, there are some clouds. They started the day as mare's tails and popcorn balls (cold front coming? really? you mean it this time? not a wussy cold front like last week? oh. highs in the 80s, lows in the 60s. I. WANT. FALL. NOW.)
It's coming, it's coming!!! So glad the water washes away all the silt there . . .
It's snowing here. and here comes that Cold Front heading South! The National Weather service has a high of "76" for Friday in the Houston area!
"So funny. The choice of the word, throne. Is this our greatest contribution to life? Our most significant act?"
Well, it'd be funny if someday the human species leaves the planet, and some humble creature evolves out of our garbage to invent myths about us.
"I didn't know you had a brother? I'm surprised."
I don't recall if I mentioned him yet. He is a graphic designer who lives with his wife in Florida. To me, he is about as many years younger as my sister is older. None of us are really peers on the same level. We fed him and taught him. It's almost like we filled in as parents for a while.
He is a Leo like our father. In contrast to my sister and I, he has the Moon and Saturn in opposite signs. We all have Mars in cardinal signs; his is in Cancer.
Well, it'd be funny if someday the human species leaves the planet, and some humble creature evolves out of our garbage to invent myths about us.
"Humble" would be amazing, indeed.
One theory says that the relationship between the sun and the Moon in the chart indicates the relationship of the parents at the time. According to yours, not so good. It would be interesting to look at the other two and how they perceive your parents.
My brother had Sun/Moon conjunct and he had a more practical, ongoing relationship with them. I had the luminaries inconjunct and I sensed conflict between them to the end. My sister had a sextile, and she was the closest to them of all, even though later they separated for a while. They got back together and ended life entwined.She was a big part of it all.
It might be complicated with us. Our perceptions were limited until augmented in later years. Our parents almost split up when my sister was an infant, but we wouldn't have known this when we were young. My sister has 67 degrees between Sun and Moon. I think she experienced the fiercest difference in how each parent related to her. I recall they showed affection to each other when I was a toddler; I don't recall disharmony until my school years.
Maybe our parents didn't operate with a solar-lunar dynamic with respect to each other. I think they related mainly through the concept of family until the children had grown up and moved out. Then they were forced to relate to each other as individuals.
I'm very curious, Kad, as to how it was growing up with two Leo males in the house and about the relationship between your brother and your father.
Hmm, it is hard to characterize it simply. There are hidden complexities.
My brother's chart has 81 degrees between Leonine Sun and Libran Moon. I think my brother had a relaxed, undemanding relationship with our father. I remember they watched more television together. Family frictions were like water off a duck's back to him when he was growing up. He left the state when he was shocked by our parents' lack of approval for his interracial relationship. They made some suggestions that he must have found demeaning to his relationship. He later said to me that he suddenly felt like he didn't know our parents. I had warned him when he'd asked my opinion. A few years passed before our parents reconciled with him and his wife. We go for years without seeing him.
Our father had some medical emergencies in recent years, but this summer our sister talked our brother into visiting. Our father has had the attitude, "Well, he never visits me. Let's not worry about him." My brother, too, may be a little bit of "out of sight, out of mind" in his own life.
Growing up, there was a distorted family dynamic. Our parents were providers, but they were inarticulate and did not deal constructively with relationships. If our father was Leonine, still was his light eclipsed by self-sacrifice and later, I suspect, a broken heart. If our mother was Aquarian, still was she bound by self-absorption, narrow perspective, and fear of change. They are probably better apart than together, and out with their friends than at home.
My sister and I were significantly older and more knowledgeable than my brother, so we were also authoritative figures. There was creativity shared between siblings. We grew to realize how they disapproved of our creativity. I and my brother talked to each other, but our parents did not have substantive conversations with children. On many levels, I did not trust our parents to be true allies. Some of us were like nations unto ourselves, foreign to each other.
I remember my sister showed us how to use crayons, and devised quizzes on short stories we'd read. I invented board games, drew mazes, built marble runs out of styrofoam. ("Tortoise and hare" was one board game: The forest was made of movable pieces, with obstacles differently arranged for each round.) My sister recalls that my brother sometimes altered his clothes to costume himself as fictional characters. We can say that he contributed charm, humor, and cultural interest; they say he was warped because our mother read books of humorous cartoons while she was pregnant with him.
My sister remembers changing his diapers, feeding him, taking him in a stroller to the park. I gave him guidance on school projects, took him on excursions to movies and libraries, told him stories.
I remember thinking it was odd that he always cried when he woke from napping. He also talked in his sleep, saying things like, "Is he still in there? Ha ha ha ha!" One time, he fell asleep on the living room floor, and within a few minutes began laughing. Our mother was on the sofa reading. She cried out, "What? What are you laughing at?" And he loudly said, "You! Everybody! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" She called out to me in fright, and I called back, "Just stop talking to him. He's asleep. He does that." "But he sounds so awake," she objected.
Once when he was a young boy, browsing the refrigerator for a snack, he wondered why cheese and orange juice were different flavors despite similar coloring. Later on, in the midst of his high school years, he asked me, in all seriousness, how it was that dust could fall just so as to form cobwebs in the basement and in the corners of rooms. He attended Stuyvesant, a high school for extremely bright kids.
My brother was a happy-go-lucky personality when young, sociable and friendly, though he affected a gruffer appearance when he was a teenager. He is conscious of appearance. He experimented with different looks, bleached hair, blue mohawks, leather boots. In recent years, he wears his tied hair long in back and shaved close on the sides, and sports a small goatee. He is about an inch shorter than Tom Cruise, some inches shorter than I.
We liked to read similar fiction, mostly sci-fi and fantasy. I think they reminded us a little of our past lives. His tastes in music were broad, but he most frequently played music with a strong beat. He extended my appreciation for music I'd not normally hear. He was more interested in martial arts than I was, but I think he had the least need for it.
He has degrees in English and architectural design, as well as computer technical skills. He currently works as a graphic designer, and he serves on a local community planning board which is fighting a proposed Wal-Mart.
If our father was Leonine, still was his light eclipsed by self-sacrifice and later, I suspect, a broken heart
Very common with Leos. The broken heart. They get def
lated easily and are probably the most dpressed people I know. Their spirit always rises for the crowd, but when the lights are dimmed, they can go pretty far down emotionally.
On many levels, I did not trust our parents to be true allies. Some of us were like nations unto ourselves, foreign to each other.
This is where it starts in general, I think, Kad. The loyalties and tribal warfare within. We're supposed to be family and yet this isolation comes and goes in all of them. Lines are drawn and redrawn. All we see on the world stage is the mathematics of it.
they say he was warped because our mother read books of humorous cartoons while she was pregnant with him.
LOL. The costuming and performing for others is so common. Their siblings are their first captive audience.
Our mother was on the sofa reading. She cried out, "What? What are you laughing at?" And he loudly said, "You! Everybody! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Very interesting. Interesting family. And your response. It's amazing how the parental role shifts so dramatically and constantly.
You've painted a positive portrait of your brother. And a good one. I get a feel for him. This is a treat.
Sometimes with an age difference like this the parental roles are shifted to the older siblings. I find some of these siblings take responsibility for how they've developed.
When he was an older teen, he took the longest time to dress in the mornings, accompanied by much opening and closing of our closet door. The full-length mirror was on the front of the closet door. One morning, I slept in late, while he happened to have only an early session to attend at school. I heard him come back in, bang the closet door and loudly declare, "I just can't decide what to wear!!!"
He advised me on dressing for a party. "You have to repeat to yourself, 'I have an attitude.'" I dutifully intoned, "I have an attitude. I have an attitude." Then to make him laugh, I threw my shoulders back, opened my eyes wide, lifted my chin imperiously, and said, "I AM...an At-ti-tude."
I could never talk aloud in my sleep. I've opened my eyes while asleep, but the effort to speak invariably wakes me.
One day, he wanted to know about his past lives, so he consulted a psychic. The psychic said that he'd had a past life in ancient Egypt where he was trained to go quickly into trance and project his awareness into distant times and places, and to verbalize what he was seeing.
According to psychology research, the flexibility of a person's consciousness is somewhat reflected in the vertical mobility of their eyes (with exceptions, such as cases of childhood polio, or performers who have deliberately practiced rolling their eyes). There are more reliable tests, but the eye-roll test is simplest. The more a person can naturally roll his eyes upward (as if for inspiration from above), the more suggestible they are likely to be. People who must tilt their heads back in order to gaze upwards have the least trance talent. I asked my brother and mother to gaze upward as high as possible without moving their heads.
Sure enough, my brother's irises disappeared easily into his eye sockets, and my mother immediately started tilting her head in an effort to move her gaze the smallest fraction above the horizon.
I wonder if that says anything about her awareness in relation to the meanings of the vertical dimension in the astrological chart. She had a tendency to draw a mental line between family and outsiders, and anyone who disagreed with her was regarded as behaving personally against her. Of course, there was a lot of eye rolling, and gazing to heaven for patience, around her.
According to psychology research, the flexibility of a person's consciousness is somewhat reflected in the vertical mobility of their eyes
Well it would indicate flexibility of some kind. Some sort of sight. Interesting. Has something to do with looking up and what that means.
I think we all tend to focus more in some directions. And flexibility varies.
I wonder if that says anything about her awareness in relation to the meanings of the vertical dimension in the astrological chart. She had a tendency to draw a mental line between family and outsiders, and anyone who disagreed with her was regarded as behaving personally against her.
Good observation. Could very well be. That line is home and the world clearly. Maybe the top dimension was too threatening to look at while the effort was put into protection from within. Then you all got that worldly Capricorn. I'm puzzled.
But the Pisces rising is retreat from the outer world, so it probably makes sense when synthesized. Willing retreat, not from threat.
All of this indicates a powerful Moon in her chart that conflicts and maybe even overrides the Aquarius. Certainly at times.
What's her Moon?
Well, my mother's birthdate is suspect; there is no definitive record. But the Moon might have been in Capricorn, trine Neptune in Virgo. In February of 1934, Saturn was 2 and a half degrees conjunct the Sun in Aquarius. So, either way, there is a Saturnine influence.
"Then you all got that worldly Capricorn. I'm puzzled. But the Pisces rising is retreat from the outer world, so it probably makes sense when synthesized. Willing retreat, not from threat."
Dunno...but symbols can be pretty flexible.
Responsibility and response-ability? ;-)
A small shift of vowels between i and ea: "His symbols included a goat and a fish, symbols at the opposite ends of the year (Pisces and Capricorn) which later combined into a single beast, the Capricorn, which became one of the signs of the zodiac."
I just read that, by curious coincidence, the planet Neptune was discovered amidst the stars of Capricorn (tropical zodiac sign Aquarius). It was conjunct Saturn at the time (see chart for September 23, 1846). It's a mystery!
I have to give this Neptune discovery conjunct Saturn some thought. I wonder if it has something to do with the current opposition.
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