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“In the end, what matters is this: I survived.”
— Gail Honeyman (via thelovejournals)
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“If you can just appreciate each thing, one by one, then you will have pure gratitude. Even though you observe just one flower, that one flower includes everything.” — Shunryu Suzuki
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Gone like a vision is the external world and Man, a homeless orphan, has to face helpless, naked and alone, the blackness of immeasurable space. All life and brightness seem an ancient dream, while in the substance of the night, unraveled, alien, he now perceives a fateful something that is his by right.
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Humour in the archetypes
I think I’ve written about this before somewhere, but I thought I’d update my thoughts a bit..
So there are placements that indicate that humour will be a big theme in the chart such as Mercury aspects and Jupiter aspects, especially to the Sun and Venus. Mercury positively aspected to Jupiter too. Mercury and Jupiter in the third house. Gemini and Sagittarius energies. Although I’d add Virgo and Pisces onto this list too, though that may be personal taste.
But each archetype, each energy, has its own, unique flavour of humour too…
Aries: A bold and sometimes even brash humour, quick timing that doesn't often take into account political correctness, yet also has quite a childful and sweet underlying quality to it. A definite duality to this sense of humour.
Taurus: A dry and sarcastic humour, where some may not even realise they are joking in the first place. Can even be quite sharp. Not particularly a deeply intellectual sense of comedy, but something that can point to the absurdity of everyday situations.
Gemini: A quick witted and swiftly changing sense of humour, where it is difficult to pinpoint this sense of comedy to just one type. Mostly, it seems intellectual, where puzzles and wordplay make an appearance, but depending on the crowd they find themselves speaking to, this can change greatly.
Cancer: Quite a changeable and literally loony sense of humour, which can incorporate humour and seriousness depending on what direction they take. It may be as simple as physical humour, facial expressions, or something more intellectual, but there is something consistently expressive about their style of comedy.
Leo: Rather physical and slapstick, a theatricality to their humour. There needs to be some kind of visual element for Leo to find comedy in a situation, not just something intellectual or long-winded. Quite larger than life humour, but still often somewhat light.
Virgo: Combines a Mercury quick wit with a grounded, Earthy humour. Can pick up on the little things that others may miss, almost a nuanced humour. They aren’t flashy and theatrical but like Gemini, may be good with wordplay and other Mercurial themes when it comes to comedy.
Libra: An often sweet and light sense of humour, with emphasis on how we relate to each other. Almost a conversational sense of humour, where rather that the spotlight only appearing on one person, there can be a rapport with others. Often very intellectual and clever.
Scorpio: A somewhat dark sense of humour that can take controversial or uncomfortable conversations and add some irony or comedy to make them more accessible to the people around them. They have this way of revealing the truth of matters through comedy. Something that lingers and to think about even after the humorous moment has passed.
Sagittarius: A sense of humour that can be light and full of wisdom or bold and controversial, maybe even depending on the mood of the situation. They don’t hold back their words or views, even if they could cause offence, often aiming to reveal a certain amount of truth no matter who may disagree.
Capricorn: A sarcastic and often adeptly timed humour, where they manage to infuse even one comment with an often understated but impactful style of comedy. May find humour in the idiocy of the actions of themselves or others, and can be both self-deprecating and aimed at others too.
Aquarius: A quirky and individual sense of comedy, one that is often unexpected and thoroughly original. Even when it comes to humour, they don’t play by other peoples rules, merging one style with another to make an often eclectic wit. Yet, it often has emphasis on a rather intellectual and intelligent style.
Pisces: A witty sense of humour that often includes impersonations and mimicry, able to take on the traits of others in a close likeness. They have the ability to appear as all things to all people in a way, not only gifted in caricatures of others, but in adapting their sense of humour to their company.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
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The Signs as Witchy Aesthetics
Aries casual spirituality, pendulum questions, humming, long walks, the crescent moon, and the smell of lavender
Taurus small covens, pendants, herb mixes, pennies for good luck, a simple altar, and the smell of chamomile
Gemini a disorganized altar, cheap incense, a hoard of small crystals, dim lighting, electric tea lights, and the smell of vanilla
Cancer mirrors, ouija boards, tarot cards, gifts received, sigils, and the smell of peppermint
Leo everyday divination, self-love spells, seashells, cleansing, sunset, and the smell of basil
Virgo devotion and offerings, an organized altar, candlelight, late-night spells, gems, and the smell of roses
Libra glamour spells, hidden altars, candles, saltwater, the new moon, and the smell of the ocean
Scorpio bonfires, herbal baths, glow in the dark stars, quartz points, smoke, and the smell of cedar
Sagittarius animal skulls, antique tools, the winter solstice, tea, sunrise, and the smell of lotus
Capricorn constellations, amethyst, spirits, astral travel, hexes, and the smell of jasmine
Aquarius an overflowing grimoire, small offerings, the full moon, vervain, simple spells, and the smell of amber
Pisces an altar in every room, meditation, jade, eclipses, energy work, and the smell of frankincense
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Faye surveyed the platters of food once more in wide-eyed wonder. She wanted to tell Jude that what had happened between them last Christmas was in the past, that she had since forgiven him, but she could tell that he had gone through a lot of trouble getting this picnic apology together for her. Instead, she chose to listen to him. It was true, she had wondered then why he had shut her out of his life, why he hadn’t wanted to let her in when it seemed so easy for the others to wrestle the truth out of him. Why had he shared his secrets with Imogen, but not with her? She had been jealous and hurt by his rejection.
“Food is always a winning combination,” she agreed, taking a sandwich from the plate he offered out to her. She picked up a napkin and set it down neatly in her lap along with the sandwich, which she left untouched for the time being. “I am very touched that you’ve decided to share this part of yourself with me… honoured even, but I hope you know that I don’t hate Jude. I never did, even after what happened last year.”
She gave him a small, hopeful smile. “But I will listen to your story.”
His mouth hung open, words stuttering and falling short as he struggled to process. He’d practiced his part, he’d forgotten to consider what Faye might say in return. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have thought Faye would have felt so kindly toward him all along. “But I… You must… but… um…” Words were failing him, a flood on nonsensical half-thoughts that hardly made it to his tongue. He squeezed his ankles tighter and shut his eyes. Mere seconds in and he was already making a fool of himself. He took a deep breath and focused on the soft pressure of the blanket beneath him. Start over.
“I think…” He began slowly, “I knew that. Deep down.” His eyes fluttered open to glance over his white-knuckled grip on his ankles. “But that’s the thing. I didn’t forgive myself. I was… so angry, so ashamed. I hated myself. I still do, sometimes.” He paused, a nervous smile pulling gently at his lips. “You see, I have depression. Had it most my life, actually. Wasn’t until Imogen convinced me to go to therapy last year that I even realized the extent. I just thought I was a broken person. Thought I deserved every bad thing that happened to me. I had to, because if I didn’t… Then all that misery was just that, pointless misery.”
His hands were beginning to ache from squeezing his ankles so hard. Hesitantly, he let go, and flexed his hands to ease the tension built up in them. “I, uh, think I told you a bit about Hackney, right?” He’d babbled quite a bit after smoking a few joints at the charity ball. All sorts of things fell out of his mouth that night. “Not the safest place to grow up. I hate to admit it, but I’m a bit of a gutter punk.” He finally raised his eyes to look at Faye. Her bright eyes reflected the blue sky, watching him sweet and attentive. There was so much she didn’t know. “You’ve told me so much about your beautiful home in the Lake District. It sounds so heavenly, the way you described it.” He fidgeted with his hands, rubbing them together anxiously. “I couldn’t bear to tell you about how hard my childhood was. It’s... not a pleasant story. You’ve always been so kind to me, Faye. More than I deserve. I didn’t want to put any of my struggle on you. I didn’t want to give you that pain. I was afraid... If I tell you, you’d never look at me the same.”
Again, he paused to take a long, slow breath. Moment of truth. “But I promised I wouldn’t hide anything from you anymore, and I keep my promises, so... Here goes.” He shrugged. More trying to shake off his nerves than to act casual. “My dad abused us. He’d get drunk and he’d get angry and he hit me.”