If you have been reading your daily horoscope for years and still haven’t found health, happiness, and that “unexpected opportunity that leads to great advancement” … maybe you aren’t really a Sagittarius after all.
According to news reports last week, it turns out the astrological signs are off. The charts were set some 2000 years ago. And, sometime between now and then, the earth wobbled. (I’m pretty sure it happened one Sunday afternoon in February of 1973. I felt the earth move at Pizza Hut that day when I met a guy named Wendell and he played “Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road” on the jukebox.)
Anyway, the earth wobbled and threw off the entire astrological scheme of things. Now the dates have changed. Surely this explains the divorce rate. All those people seeking their perfect star-mate paired off under the wrong signs. Maybe this also explains why the Age of Aquarius ended up being marked by riots and war instead of love and peace.
In fact, the whole world feels pretty wobbly these days. Wars and rumors of wars are everywhere. Terrorists, earthquakes, famine, and disease. In the midst of all this worldwide unrest and the trials and tests of mundane daily life, I’m really glad about one thing.
I don’t have to pin my hope on the arrangement of the stars. I’m trusting in the One who hung them.
This reminds of the course of Chris August’s song “Starry Night”
I’m giving my life to the only one who makes the Moon reflect the sun.
Every Starry Night, that was His design.
I’m giving my life to the only son, who was and is and yet to come
Let the praises ring, ’cause he is everything
’cause he is everything
Oh, Kathy, this post that made me laugh! For one thing, I have been singing, “Dead skunk in the middle of the road, dead skunk in the middle of the road. Dead skunk in the middle of the road…stinking to high heaven” to my kids for years, and they did not quite believe it was a real song. Thank you for validating that. As far as the horoscopes go, I am totally a Libra, the sign of the scales. I want everyone to get along (is that too much to ask?), and when I eat, my food has to come out even (a bite of everything). I like your idea that maybe God made me that way, not the fact I was born on October 10. As Popeye says, “I yam what I yam!” Thank you for a laugh on this dreary winter night!
Well, your post as inspired one of my own as well, but it will be one of sheer rebellion. I’ve always been a Leo and really loved being attributed to that audacious sign. You won’t believe what I am now. I mean you really won’t believe it. It’s the worst coincidence ever. I’m a cancer. I reject this study, heart and soul. And that’s a Leo for you, Baby.
Well, I was feeling all philosophical and poetic with Carol and Judy. Then you wrote, Seren, and now I’m simply cracking up. You are right. It is an ugly coincidence and one not to be borne. Leo-on.