A Poem for Scorpio
by Astrologer Ian Waisler
You blaze headlong into the night.
Your body alight,
Feathers breathing life upon ghosts
and vestiges off all what's been left to rot.
The rot is still here.
Might your being find stillness here?
And might those fallen fruit be preserved,
using this still, here.
The rot in loamy wafting,
The fruit become spirit, uplift.
Your being returns,
minding us onward through the cuts.
All that falls shall rise again.
Waking up last Thursday morning, it’s dark. I reach, as I typically do, for my phone… It’s 5:23am… Thursday, October 30th, the illuminated screen tells me. Dim alarm bells seem to be going off somewhere in my memory and it slowly dawns that it’s my Father’s birthday. He’s a Scorpio. Necessary calculations begin to take place, very tricky for a not yet very awake brain. I’m in Los Angeles and he’s in Sydney… have I missed it already? What’s the time difference from here… oh, and yes, it’s that time of year when the clocks are changing. Don’t want to wake them up…but I call anyway. Dad answers the phone — its 11.37pm he tells me — eeek…just made it!
Everything works out…eventually. That’s my theme for this year. Nothing is EASY... time seems to hurtle on by at an Olympic pace, but in a curious obstacle race style… or maybe it's the three legged variant… and one of the three is pulling in the wrong direction… or opposite direction… depending on your outlook at that moment.
Some days are Blue and others Golden.
Back to LA… I’m the very first guest in the gorgeous guest house of my very gracious host, Mayer Rus. We’re working together this week, with Michael Reynolds, on a book for Rizzoli — the subject of which may be a secret at this stage. From the point of view of where I am lying, it's all looking very golden at this moment. The sun is rising across the valley and I can only see trees… hundreds of trees… no houses and no humans. I could be camped out in the New Guinea highlands, but I’m not — I’m in Silver Lake — where maybe lots of people wake up to this wonder.
Only a few weeks ago I was lying in a real tent in the woods down in Tennessee —
a storm raging outside. Thunder echoes down the gully, a little like the sound of waves crashing on the beach at night, and I’m strangely reminded of the rush of David Bowie's “Station to Station”, racing back and forth from one speaker to the next. Lighting flickers and then the rain pours down, filling the air with a smell of wet earth. It’s primal. Cuddled up with Dove in my sleeping bag, it feels
like the safest place on earth.
I want to stay here.
I’d been ranting and raving much of this year about the more-than-usually volatile nature of things, which I’ve ascribed, (to anyone listening) to the astrological influence of the Fire Horse. Then I discovered, last month, that it’s actually the year of the Wood Horse… rather humbling. However, whatever horse it is, it s not a good match for me. Below is a list I copied form the inter web [ http://www.chinese-astrology.co.uk/horse.html] — and yes, you don't really have to guess — I am a RAT…
Compatibility with the Horse
(1 - least compatible, 100 - most compatible)
29 - No, no, no.
37 - Unfortunately, they will part.
86 - Good, they have lots in common.
52 - Why not just be friends?
63 - Steamy, but will not last.
78 - These two are strongly attracted to each other.
70 - Better hide your egoism.
82 - Good, they won't bore each other.
31 - Not advised.
58 - If they must, but not recommended.
92 - A happy couple.
75 - This relationship worth a try.
A self-proclaimed amateur astrological sleuth, I can find an explanation for almost anything in the stars — its my way of explaining the inexplicable. Typically I’ll ask someone their sign with in a few minute of meeting them.
Scorpions tend to get a bad rap… their sexual prowess definitely unnerves the rest of
the populace [envy perhaps?]. Anyway, they’re rather charming but don't cross them…they never forget.
I love the mystical… woodland elves and tree faeries, sidewalk bound fortunetellers and many, many things “ology”. Numerology, reflexology, psychology, astrology…
the creative ups and downs of the waxing and waning moon, and above all, a sense of possibility and hope.
Leaving you with a touch of magic from the forthcoming Gather Journal.
Bubbling Goat Cheese with Garlic and Rosemary
Serves: 4 to 6
1 (10 oz) log goat cheese
3⁄4 cup extra virgin olive oil
10 cloves garlic, lightly smashed
2 sprigs rosemary
1⁄2 tsp whole black peppercorns
1⁄2 tsp red pepper flakes
1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Gently heat all the ingredients in an oven-proof skillet or shallow pot over medium heat until warm and aromatic. Transfer to the oven and bake, basting occasionally, until the cheese is soft and bubbly and the garlic is a light golden brown, about 30 minutes. If you’d like, briefly place under the broiler to lightly brown the cheese.
2. Serve immediately while still bubbling hot, straight from your “cauldron,” with plenty of crusty bread ready for sopping up all the cheesy, oily, garlicky goodness.