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What Exactly is a Blog? I Need to Know

Posted in Astrology, Uncategorized with tags , , , on May 6, 2010 by sudhirastropoetica

The Pitch

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The Rave

It’s been over a month since I wrote one of these things. That’s a bit shocking. It doesn’t make me one of the more prolific bloggers in the universe. Hopefully quality makes up for the lack of quantity. Ok – the truth is I’m having teething troubles with this blogging thing. Supposedly blogging leads to community, which leads to many interesting and controversial discussions, which leads to a proliferation of services being bartered – and a general air of happiness enveloping all within its orbit. Hmm…..not quite happening like that.

So far my blogging has been a kind of extended diary. I feel like I’ve come to a fork in the blogging road. The diary thing’s not really working for me and it’s not really working for anybody else either judging by the almost complete lack of comment – though I have enjoyed very much the comments that have come – positive and negative.

My madcap brain, as Mr Gurdjieff would say, is conceiving of two things. One is to do Daily Astrology Haiku’s on Twitter – and the other is to invite questions from you my visitors and readers. Maybe I should do both. I love responding to interesting questions. Here’s your chance to lure me into discussion. Fire away! The ball is in your hand, dear readers and visitors. I’m guessing that those of you out there who read my columns around the known world must have plenty to say or ask. Say or ask away. I will come back at you.

Sessions, and Workshops

I am available for experiential astrology sessions (Ask me what they are!), to run workshops and give talks. Write to me at astropoetica@gmail.com or via the comment gateway here.

Crows and Crabs

Posted in Astrology with tags , , , , , , on July 7, 2009 by sudhirastropoetica

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I woke up with full intention to go to the left. Life came rushing through the dor insisting I go to the right. Now i’m sitting here feeling stunned and trying to find the middle. The crows are crowing, as they do in these hills. There’s always someone nailing something and today is no exception. Let’s face it – there can be no mincing of words – the sign of Cancer is about Mother. Personal, universal and all gradations in between. How good are we at finding a healthy relationship with our mothers? Or with existence as our mother? This is one of the themes that radiates out from the symbol of the Crab. I’m touched by Pythagoras saying to be a good son. I get touched by such things – and by the authority of those who have arrived home. What does it mean to be a good son? For me it means to find a kind way to be myself. Sometimes I nail it and sometimes I forget. Sometimes a very friendly individuality – and sometimes i’m kicking and fighting to assert my independence – which is a sure sign that I haven’t got it. Mr Gurdjieff also – one of the few characters in recent history I regard as a bona fide hero (look him up) – says something like ‘before one can find God (oneself) one has to have made peace with one’s mother and father.’ I paraphrase. It sounds trite and simple, yet it is such a big journey. At this point in time I am comfortable with my personal mother, but i’m not always so comfortable with the universal mother as she comes at me through various close encounters. Does she want to swamp me? Or does she really want to love me? Is she aware of what she is up to? Or is she working her way to greater consciousness too? Do I and can I trust her? Which all goes to show that this is definitely a work in progress – and that these archetypal metaphors are good things to bounce around with, in the quest for significance. The hammering has stopped and the crows have been replaced by excitable parrots. How amazing is a day!