Ever wondered what it might be like to be minding your own business, just chilling a bit and hanging out when
out of the BLUE it happens?
Were we alerted?
Despite all the tales from
ancient lore we cannot remember being told from the time we were old enough to understand more than the taste of our own toes we happily stuck in our mouths as we gurgled and cooed around them anyone telling us about this one.
Course we suppose we shoulda
suspected... think about it...even the most cunning of
desert creature knows to give one such as this a wide avenue of admiration and yes....traveling room.
They arrive in abundance between October 24th and November 21st...so hang on while I check...Today IS November 20th...right on the
CUSP of the fluidly elegant and precisely intriguing movements of one such as this.
Mars call out to those writhing along, their dual claws raised in majestic power, reminding us of the danger and elegance they exude in every muscle, every bone, every sinew.
opals reflect the shimmering intelligence in their eyes, their coloration, and their endurance as they call all that is gold...the
sun, and purple...
royalty to them.
We are neither the sun...believe me we do not have the pulsating power of the sun, nor are we royalty...at least not so we've been told...but we are drawn to this brilliantly fashioned
Scorpio and eagerly bask beneath the snapping click of her claws as she clears a path through the snarl of the world's unseeing vegetation.
21, is HER
birthday, our most beautiful, radiant,
Scorpion and we send her every tendril of joy we celebrate having her in our lives and every wish her presence never ceases to enchant us with.
We ARE of course, speaking of the exceptionally passionate author and my daughter's mentor...the source of many of Kat Holmes' strongest beats of heart,
SCORPIO...long may you pinchers snap for us.
Love You N.J.,
Kat and Lin.