It's giving "that's a problem for the day after tomorrow..."
It's 01:00 PST, on March 10th, and there's a New Moon in Pisces
Hey y’all,
“The Good, The Bad, and Everything In-between” is a monthly horoscope of the lunar variety. Why lunar? Well, the Moon is for the people and the people are for the streets. So, instead of filling your inbox with purple-durple-DIY astrological babble, I will keep it as clear and unruly as possible. The world’s already so . . . neat. Maybe this will help us dirty it up. Today’s forecast is giving “that’s a problem for the day after tomorrow.”
Sincerely,
E.Y.
P.S. Curious where the New Moon is new mooning for you? Check below under “Where’s the New Moon fucking up for you?” You will find your answer in no time.
P.P.S.
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The Bad: Honestly, in regards to “the bad,” I feel like I am pulling at straws. Did Ol’ Girl run into a ray from Uranus? Yes. Is Ol’ Girl flying a bit too close to the North Node? Yeah. Not particularly great I know, but not immediately distressing either. There’s a game-changing, world-shifting unexpectedness to the next two weeks. I won’t lose sleep over how it may unfold. And neither should you. “That’s a problem for the day after tomorrow” is the vibe. Tenderly treat it as such.
Everything Else In-between: When talking about Pisces, I throw around the usual words: freedom, compassion, understanding. They are crowd favorites———old and faithful for a reason. Step into Jupiterian waters and Jupiterian waters will relieve you of the troubling burdens that impede you. Contrary to popular belief, the mutable water sign does not lack boundaries. The New Moon creates boundaries by jovially insisting that you choose which responsibilities are yours and articulate which responsibilities are not. That’s freedom. Compassion and understanding act as cooling salves that are meant to be applied, after choosing freedom, at your liberal discretion. How else are you to gently claim your newfound freed self? I honorably borrow such convictions from Toni Morrison, a visionary Pisces Moon. Take them and do whatever freeing you need to do.
Where is the New Moon fucking up? Pisces.
Aries Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 12th (a.k.a. “It’s my party, I can die if I want to”) House.
Leo Rising? The Moon’s fucking up your 8th (a.k.a. “Who’s running ME some motherfuckin’ money”) House.
Sagittarius Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 4th (a.k.a. “You know what . . . let me go where I pay rent”) House.
Taurus Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 11th (a.k.a. “When you wish upon a star”) House.
Virgo Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 7th (a.k.a “My man, my man, my man”) House.
Capricorn Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 3rd (a.k.a. “If we can’t go to Bella Noche’s, where the hell we supposed to go?”) House.
Gemini Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 10th (a.k.a. “I don’t argue with people that make less than 6 figures”) House.
Libra Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 6th (a.k.a. “I grew up in a black family. Of course, we share medicine”) House.
Aquarius Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 2nd (a.k.a. “Hide the money y’all! There’s poor people ‘round”) House.
Cancer Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 9th (a.k.a “Why don’t you write a tutorial then since you know every motherfuckin’ thing) House.
Scorpio Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 5th (a.k.a. “You’re not a hoe. You’ve just got friendly pussy”) House.
Pisces Rising? The New Moon’s fucking up your 1st (a.k.a. “the me, myself, and I”) House.
P.S. As a kid, my god-fearing mother boasted that “there was nothing new under the sun.” Then, as only God would have it, she would encounter something new under the——. “Lord,” she’d cry resigning herself to more appropriate wisdom, “have mercy.” And, with a smug matter-of-factness, I would reply “It rains on the just and the unjust.” She’d scold me and call me an asshole. Maybe I am. Anyway, if you got the short end of the lunation stick, better luck next time!