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Horoscopes by Corina Dross
The short answer to all your complicated questions: It’s time to fall in love.
Nonsense, you may say, I’m not ready. My heart is still broken, my future uncertain. Besides, I don’t know where home is anymore; my friends have scattered like so many bright green inchworms sailing on invisible cords of silk. I don’t even know what falling in love means, you say, in this context. Besides, I have a partner or a dog or a thing I am married to like my music or nihilism. Besides, things are terrible. Look outside. Look what’s happening out there.
Outside all the trees have begun to shiver and burst with tiny leaves the color of inchworms. The old giants are swaying and fluttering, leaving damp petals at their feet as the wind strips them. Obscene sex acts occur in plain daylight, under our very noses –getting into our very noses and making us sneeze. We are implicated in this orgy of pollination. Outside, the book you left in the sun is growing warm, as a mason jar casts both shadows and watery light across its open page. Outside children are braiding each other’s hair on the stoop when they hear the first strains of the ice cream truck. Outside the crowd is going wild. Amid the tossings back and forth of rocks and tear gas canisters, one man struts an impromptu dance across a Baltimore intersection. Sensuous, defiant, he holds the crowd in his spell. He dares the police to stop this obscene celebration unfolding under their very noses, dares them to hold back the springtime.
We are implicated in all of this. But has the spell worked? Are we in love? Are we ready to claim this?
This month the world is wooing us with all it’s got. The Scorpio full Moon on May 3rd opposes the Sun in Taurus, inviting us to be more embodied (Taurus) in expressions of deep connection and catharsis (Scorpio). Venus moving into Cancer on the 7th continues the theme of tender and decadent sensuality, which is interrupted only by a tense aspect between Mars (desire) and Saturn (repression) on the 14th. In honor of May Day and Beltane and the riot of springtime around us, this month’s horoscopes are written for our passionate natures. For the complete picture, read your rising sign first, followed by your Sun and Moon signs. Anything that doesn’t resonate, feel free to toss it back like a tear gas canister.
“Perfection shall remain the boring privilege of the gods, while in our bungling, messy world every night shall be lived as if it were the last and every day as if it were the first.”