Chiron Square Midheaven AGAIN
I've been through this before, last summer, and that has no resemblance to this time. This time it's physical pain, not mental.
I'm a lucky girl, not just for that.
The Emperor has committed suicide, yet we are spared the sight of the body.
He'll definitely get the Nobel Peace Prize now.
So probably that's not much to do with Chiron square the MC, but suddenly and miraculously I can write prose. if you can call this that. It's been a long time since I kept a journal and a longer time since I kept a diary, and I often wonder if it's because that diary got me banished to London where I stayed for a year and then in 1963 came to America to babysit—if, lurking deep in my brain is the thought that if I start to write again something terrible will happen.
Venus into the twelfth today, where it lives. She.
