So, I have a thing for horoscopes. I haven't met someone yet who doesn't to some minor degree. In the interest of following my instincts and listening to my inner voice (there's a new moon eclipse in my twelfth house of insight, secrets and imagination), I'm going all out.
This, in particular, tickled me. I want to paraphrase and make it my own in the future:
Your words and ideas can transport others beyond the world as they know it and into the world as they wish it could be.
HELL YEAH!!!
Side track:
Apparently, if someone is keeping secrets from me, they won't be able to for much longer. While I value honesty above almost all other traits, I really don't waste my time speculating on other people's intentions. If they're being two-faced, that's their problem. Must suck to be them, though.
Last night, I had a curious and rather nice dream. While walking down the street in a night-time amalgam of Downtown Miami and New York (I guess I still miss the north some), I entered an equally architecturally integrated multi-storied building. I then took the elevator up to my new apartment. A corner apartment. With a wraparound balcony. Overlooking the bay. It was gorgeous. I remember exploring my bad-ass digs and discovering I had a brand-new grill outside, just waiting to be fired up.
Then I was sailing over the murky night waters helping pick up the oil spill. I had something like a net.
Day time activities await.
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