Athena's Web Weekly Column

  Week of April 25th - May 1st,  1988

Mr A

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   Hey, it's Springtime! It seems that there's a lot of changes going on out there in the world and we've been looking at some of its seriousness, but after all, the seasonal cycle is beginning again, and we can really start to see and feel it now. Let's change the pace a little and lighten up some. Having just come through Aries we're now into Taurus. The former is direct and straightforward, reminiscent of the raw start of the seasons, while the latter is slower and more patient as the uncontrolled seasonal energy of spring slowly becomes tamed. The Taurus Time is one that is green and growing as leaves and grass fill out nature's palette with dabs of color and song beautifully breaking up this natural harmony. May Day is a holiday reflecting the good cheer and promise of the growing season and life to come. Ruled by Venus, there is humor, charm and love here.

Swami Andaconda

Swami Andacondaramalamadingdong

   A neat reflection of these energies set itself up the other day in the exchange that my Aries son had with his Taurus Dad. Now he's not only an Aries, but a double Aries because he was born at sunrise. The sign that your Sun is in is also the sign that is on the horizon at sunrise. This is otherwise known as your rising sign or ascendant, and together with the Sun represents two of the three most important indicators in a chart. Every day at sunrise we feel this double stamp of energy moving and motivating us.

   Now Aries happens to be a sign to whom physical prowess is important. These are your "can-do" folk, from fire-fighters on down. (In the Spring of '88, Andy had just turned five years old. -Ed) While driving along Rt 116 on our way home, Mr A (for Andrew and Aries and a bunch of other things I haven't thought of yet) was sitting in the passenger seat next to me and had been wrestling with the top of a bottle of juice for some time. I had offered to help him, but he declined, wanting to do it himself. After struggling with it for awhile longer, he finally turned to me and said, "Dad, would you help me with this?"

   Saying nothing, I just smiled, reached out, took the bottle and with a gentle twist easily opened what he had been unable to for so long. He watched me intently and was really interested in the juice, but his mouth instantly dropped as his eyebrows moved in an equal and opposite direction. He was truly surprised at the ease with which his sealed treasure had been unearthed. With his eyes still fixed on his prize in a far-off trance like state he absentmindedly mouthed the words, "Gosh, Dad." Then with a youthful innocence, honesty and straightforwardness he distractedly continued,

   "You're so simple!"



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