Today my sister was complaining about dark, manipulative energy.
“You have never liked Scorpio moons and most every friend I have, has one and that’s a fact. Obviously I have an affinity. Us swamp things have to hang together, I guess.
You, with your moon in Sadge have moved on.”
We grew up together and studied astrology for nearly forty years. We really ought to have this figured out by now.
This is the same sister who told me to get down because people were going to shoot at us.
“You can’t dodge a bullet!’ she said. I just stared down at her, crouched. “Get down, Elsa! You may not care if you die but I care because if they shoot you, your blood is going to get all over me.”
On that I snorted because she’s quite funny but I did not get down. You don’t think I am going to miss seeing what the men with guns were going to do? Come on!