I’m getting into rather a habit of lateness with this newsletter, which, in some ways,
is a pleasingly forgiving and a great sign that I’m not putting quite so much pressure on myself to get “everything” done… some years ago an excellent psychiatrist asked me to consider what this “everything" I kept referring to actually was, suggesting I write a list and prioritize… a practice that’s slowly sinking in… Chipping away at my “perfectionism” — a notion so full of potential, but rather a nuisance!!!
Sitting in bed, drinking tea, the laptop on my lap. I’m listening to frogs and crickets, or cicadas — I’m not sure? — an array of sound, most pleasingly natural in origin. It's my first weekend in Woodstock, in a house that may one day be my home.
I’m experiencing the call of the wild — or the “semi-wild” at least — having spent a life time in the city — well, a variety of cities . There are car sounds here too — I’m really only a short walk from town — but not the “honking with impatience" variety — moreof an “on the move”, “whooshing” type — much more palatable.
Being a grown up, I’m trying to access the whole array of responsibility that comes with the potential upkeep of a house — simultaneously address and ignore — so not to burst my nature-boy-bubble-of-joy! It’s not quite as simple as living in an apartment, there are so many new things to find out—and pay for!!!
The day begins… people arrive to repair and advise — I’m surrounded by folk hard at work. Today I could really do with a little more Virgo in my astrological make up — some detachment — remove some emotion from my decision making process and calm my terribly impulsive Sagittarian ascendant, that wants everything finished yesterday…
meticulous, intelligent, practical, analytical, reliable, modest
overcritical, fussy, harsh, conservative, judgmental
I’ve been flawed a few times by the brut realism of my oldest and dearest virgo friends — cutting straight through my delusional dreams. Blessed with a sharp eye for detail they excel in design and planning. In my student days, when most of us were sleeping on a mattress on the floor, perhaps a few music posters on the wall, my Virgo friend Ronan Sulichs’ room was an awe inspiring ode to the renaissance — a sophistication that has bode him well.
The early morning’s bliss has turned into an aural onslaught of lawn mowers and tree choppers… eeeeek… I guess I’ll be settling for the “pastoral semi ideal”— romance laced with reality— not quite Jane Austen…