I called my astrology counselor and they said that the stars are auspiciously aligned for me at the moment: "you’re living life at the bass register right now, like a B flat tuba on a balmy day at sunset...and believe me: that's a GOOD thing!" Cicadas are on rhythm, a barn owl is voicing a mellow one line melody and that train! When the whoosh whooshes by it reminds the mind of the continuum. We may be sitting on this porch, apparently not moving, smelling the breeze but time is moving in all directions. And what else? What else is moving right now?

I have never once seen Maggie the astrologer face to face and apparently that is because we only speak into the phone and it must be apparent that we listen with the phone as well. We have that FaceTime and all the Zooms, MeetUp Apps and TeleWhatevers but we prefer to listen and talk, why bother with faces? We leave some things to the imagination because it usually does a better job than the presumed and assumed realities of everyday life.

I imagine her to be a Granular Granny. I can picture her always focusing down to the one particular grain, you know, the granular level of life. And then imparting the wisdoms to the grandkids or anyone or any THING that cares to partake or eavesdrop. Even the worms listen when she steps her bunioned feet onto the wet grass in the morning with that cup that usually contains black coffee.