A lack of composure. No excuses.

In the past whiles I've limited my ramblings to mainly live performances (most often with a margarita in hand). Recently, I've felt the need to get back to typing it out and expressing myself with only the gentle clacking of my fingers on the keyboard.

That being said! Mercury is in retrograde! (findyourfate.com has a color-coded calendar that I recommend. The retrograde days are marked in OH SHIT red so you can prepare to pee your pants in uncomfortable silence in advance.) What the hell am I or anyone else thinking by re-starting or beginning anew in ANY pursuit related to communication of any sort?

I've perhaps jumped ahead a little. The planet Mercury is the ruler of Gemini and represents communication, messages from far away, technology and swift energy that rides along the surface of an idea never quite plunging into the dark depths of understanding but creating enough buzz and confidence to assure a certain type of competence to an observer.

A retrograde occurs when a planet appears to move backwards across the sky from Earth. Other planets go through a similar transition but the one that gets the most press is Mercury. Why?

The flippin' moon, y'all.

Chances are, your first astronomical encounter was out in your back yard (if you were lucky enough to have one) gazing skyward at the moon. There are few things that I could look at so intently at that young age. Everybody has a moon sign that corresponds to where the moon was during the moment of your birth. At the particular moment I was born, the moon was ghost ridin' tha whip through the sign of Gemini.

I often notice that my emotions are sharply divided. There's a shade of me that almost is watching me like a fly on the wall, reading my reactions to people, analyzing the way I feel, putting a serial number on it and filing it away to process later. The me that is actually there, would have flounced away several sentences before, cheerfully moving onto an easier thing to deal with. I get myself worked up a bit emotionally and chances are before I've breathed a word about it to another soul I've already dismissed it as being petty and surely just my imagination. I deal with the real, painful, swollen red emotions all by myself. It's only the small stuff that I talk about over and over again, forgetting that I've already told the tale before. Fuckin' Moon in Gemini. They say that "Lunar Geminis" have a way with words. Hilariously enough, I was born with a birthmarks on each arm (Arms are naturally ruled by Gemini along with the hands and shoulders and lungs. There are two of each! See what they did there!?) that are arranged in such a way they look like the constellation Cassiopeia. Cassiopeia in Greek means "She whose words excel". When I put all that together I burst out laughing.

Now that I've told my story, I'll be getting on going through my personal interpretation of the Moon signs as well as recommending some decent places to get a free Natal Chart that one can make sense of.

The facebook connection. For the lovers, the dreamers and me.

And now you!

Why are there so many facebook groups about rainbows and what's on the other side?

But for serious, this blog has a corresponding facebook group to alert you of posts and any other astrological hilarity or updates that I come across that I think are important enough to be shared!

It's called Unsolicited Astrological Opinions: The Blog!

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Welcome! I hope you're doing well. I look forward to sharing my opinions about all 12 of the beautiful astrological signs that the sun passes through. 13 signs if you take recent findings into account. I've known about the 13th sign for years, I call it Fuckattarius.

I look forward to filling the internet with more mess than it can handle and educating all you fine people on all the things many brilliant, and worthwhile Astrological texts fail to mention that you may find handy in real life. Things like:

• How to identify a Libran Redneck
• Why dating a Capricorn is the shit
• How come that Pisces dude keeps looking at me like he's going to eat me. (Hint, Mars in Scorpio is a hell of a placement).

Y'all get excited, 'cause here we go!