Waiting
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
A Winter into Spring Poem Poem © 2023 by Joyce Mason I am waiting for Godot . . . slurping the bottom of an iced drink from last summer through a flattened straw, patience drowning in an empty cup, hoping to coax Spring to show herself, even if only out of pity.   I am losing my faith in her. I am nearly convinced she’ll never come, that winter will never die, at least not by natural causes.   So much in one season! Sickness, depression, grief Isolation, loneliness, cold … wondering if I might be dying. sleeping so much, as if practicing— my story for too many winters.   Yet a ..read more
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Astrology: How Deep?
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
  Webb Telescope's First Deep Field Photos, Wikipedia Post © 2023 by Joyce Mason We all know them: people so fluent in astrology, we can barely believe that they aren’t doing readings or aren’t on the programs of astrology conferences. I am here to defend their right to refuse to go there. I have become one of them. Astrology is a tool and a language. How much we use or talk shop about that tool depends on our circumstances and how much we’re drawn to do so. For many people, being a perpetual astrology student is a lot more comfortable than becoming a pro. Receiving money for ..read more
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Mercury Retrograde: Disappearing Acts, Mistakes and Misperceptions
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
  Article © 2023 by Joyce Mason   There’s one thing I like a lot about Mercury Retrograde. I affectionately call the goof reveal factor. It’s a time where I uncover mistakes in my checking account, errors in thinking, or out-and-out misperceptions. Yesterday’s reveal cracked me up. A couple of months ago, a favorite restaurant at a strip mall I frequent disappeared and was replaced by an AT&T store. No warning. No explanation. Nothing. I texted my niece Dawn to commiserate. She also loves this place. We ate there together often. What was really weird about it? When I went to Tra ..read more
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For the Love of Cusps: New Year’s Eve 2022
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
    Post © 2022 by Joyce Mason I love cusps. I know I have mentioned before that my parents and I were born on three cusps in a row: Leo/Virgo (Dad, August 23); Virgo/Libra (Me, September 22; and Libra/Scorpio (Mom, October 23). I joke that we are a tricuspid family. We were each born on the last degree of our Sun signs. Perhaps this fact of life and birth makes me even more sensitive to endbeginnings, a wonderful term I learned in a Yoga Journal article many years ago. There are so many in our lives. As a celebrant of the solstices and equinoxes since 1988, I have discovered just ..read more
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Night Light
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
 A Winter Solstice Poem © 2022 by Joyce Mason We are light: universal energy flickering Godstuff illuminating the Path to Love. Ink sky reflects light: the cusp of winter the Darkest Night. Against this backdrop light pops: the irony of contrasts, the Yin and Yang of Life. “You are the Light,” said Jesus and other wise men. Once we grasp this, we are Magi. All the winter celebrations full of candles, strung with lights: love spelled out in carols, votives, menorahs, the Christmas Star and in the Light of Laughter. When the circuit connects at the socket of ..read more
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Ripe
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
An Autumn Equinox Poem © 2022 by Joyce Mason   I fall off the tree full of myself so ripe my essence overflows oozes back to Earth. I cannot dam my seeping vitality. I am the chasing arrows of cosmic creation.   I am fullness bearing my own fruit. I am the autumn of my life, the autumn of every life cycle, I am the juice of my own potential. I will not miss this bloated moment, fullness over-the-top. To miss it is to rot, to cycle without harvest to stifle everything I can be: a magical explosion of me-a-tivity.   ~~~ Photo  Credit: © Raul Garci ..read more
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Summer Run
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
 A Summer Solstice Poem Poem © Joyce Mason 2022  Slithering like a snake after rain Summer hisses its heat and bawdy flowers. We romp and run in the blazing rays.   We are racing prisoners who got out of jail free. The blur of beauty scarcely catches our eye. We sprint, tails afire, through the hot freedom seeking water.   Maximum light and childlike joy: We barely hear our mothers calling us for dinner. Summer Solstice, cusp of Cancer, Mother knows best. Feed yourself fuel for more adventures. Rest a while. Bring back the beauty from the blur. Have it for dessert ..read more
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The Radical Virgo is Price-Less!
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
1y ago
All Kindle and PDF Ebooks Now US $2.99 - $4.99 Dear Radical Readers, The world has rarely needed healing as much as it does now. Since my Astro-specialty has long been the healer-centaur planet Chiron, I'd like to do my part to make my books more accessible by offering them at a lower cost. This price reduction also commemorates my semi-retirement from astrology--at least for now because I never say never. My astrology books will hopefully help people heal with insights. My fiction book, The Crystal Ball, has astrological overtones and info, too. It may help heal with laughter as well as gi ..read more
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Cusp
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
2y ago
A Spring Equinox Poem Poem ©2022 by Joyce Mason I am a bud lingering in my grave of soil, past and future lives merged, barely moving at a snail’s pace, becoming. Winter, a weighted blanket of frozen motion clings and ducks the sun that melts into tomorrow.   The season of suspended animation was so long; past memories have been wiped and renewal is a broken hope …   … and yet like clockwork the wheel turns, sprouts push out of their earthen crypt and another spring reaches its tipping point, bursting into being bringing us ..read more
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In-Between
The Radical Virgo
by Joyce Mason
2y ago
  The Last Day of the Year.  See Postscript. Poem © 2021 by Joyce Mason   The most uncomfortable place I have ever lived is in-between. It’s that vast, noiseless wasteland that forces us to sit in the waiting room of our next life, confronted by nothing but silence.   There’s no clue of what it’s all about, just a bleak gray-and-white landscape, the fuzzy, gritty old TV static after all the shows have signed off for the night. I can almost see the test pattern.   Yet I know this tremendously boring and unstimulating gray zone is the laboratory of new life. It’s a b ..read more
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