Somehow Rob Brezsny's horoscopes always cheer me up. Take, for example, this snippet from my horoscope for the week of March 6th:
When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the self that says thank you to the wild irises and the windy rain and the people who grow your food. I mean the self who's joyfully struggling to germinate the seeds of love and beauty that are packed inside every moment. I mean the spiritual freedom fighter who's scrambling and finagling and conspiring to shower all of your fellow messiahs with your best blessings.
It's nice to know that I have the capacity to shower someone with something other than germs. I am sick again with what feels an awful lot like bronchitis - this is less than thrilling. More thrilling is the optimistically creative energy that Brezsny imparts to everything he writes - even horoscopes. I like - no LOVE - the idea that we are all creative beings who have something beautiful to share. You might think that it's just the cough syrup talking, but I'm telling you, it's true! Even when he's being a little hokey (and who isn't from time to time?), I really enjoy him and find myself feeling a little more inspired to create something whenever I read him. I think I've mentioned before that I've been wanting to use his book, Pronoia, as a source of writing prompts.
It is probably just the feeling under the weather, but I really haven't felt inspired to do much of anything lately. Everything I start (I should clarify: in terms of writing) ends up seeming either stupid, boring or pointless. I'm sure this will change once I can actually breathe again, but I'm telling you that this is not an auspicious start to my March march into middle-age. Just give me a couple days, and then I'm sure I'll be back to sowing the seeds of love and beauty instead of those of colds and influenza.