Taurean Thoughts for this Cycle

Geminis often get credited with being the most versatile sign of the zodiac, but you Pisceans are strong competitors for the title. These days, in fact, your patron saint is the recently deceased George Plimpton. That chameleon-like bon vivant, who had four planets in Pisces, was not only a writer. He also performed as a circus trapeze artist and stand-up comedian, played percussion in a symphony, drove racecars, acted in movies and TV, and competed in exhibition games with professional boxers and football players. Are you ready to claim more of your astrological potential with a Plimpton-like exuberance? Courtesy of Free Will Astrology, week of April 20th.



I passionately LOATHE Geminis. Always have, always will.



I got stuck with a bunch of them back in 1982 and wondered why my summer camp existence was complete and total psycho hell. There were five of them, two of them being counselors. Gemini represents the twins. That means I was really dealing with ten people, since their duality splits them into two people simultaneously at any given time. I am also stuck in an office with tons of them now. I deliberately make a point of casually asking people's birthdays just to see that I don't get stuck in the curse of mid-May and June demons.



Just the mention of Gemini rankles me. Three people who screwed me over deeply were all born between May 28 and June 20. One was a teacher, one was a co-worker, and the other one was my first love. (I recently found out he's on his second divorce, so at least I'm not the only one with a problem.) One of my former administrators had a Gemini rising, and he was absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to deal with, such was his swerving, connoitering personality. He like to create train wrecks emotionally and leave the rest of us to sort it out. We were blamed, of course. Geminis don't realize they're wrong until the other half of their personality catches up and says "Oopsie." By that point, the shrapnel has imbedded itself deep into their victims.



Me, being the cryptic water sign that I am, have only my element to understand and a few personal preferences I nurture. Cancers and Scorpios have Carte Blanche in my book. Taureans and Capricorns are next (their loyalty is consistent and comforting), and then the quirk of my rising signs and moons--the fire signs. Having a Saggitarius rising and two Leo moons, I am essentially an Aries personality-wise. So, I attract other fire signs quite strongly: the dearth of Aries buddies exemplifies this, and a sprinkling of AP Leos. I work with two who are just the greatest pussycats in the world. These people just shine and conquer. Saggitarians by themselves possess the fatal flaw of living only on the surface, so my spiritual sensibility tends to go over their heads (the only exception being Dexter, but he's a cat. My fuzzy familiar.)



So, I'll take Brezny's mention of this accursed sign this week with a grain of salt: water is still the most volatile element out there, ask any homeowner. It's water that does the damage. Ice, mist, or liquid, we are the shapeshifters. It's rather fun, kiddies. I was never impressed by George Plimpton, I'd take Nijinsky as a more interesting choice.



But that's just me.