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PISCES
This week's scenario is highlighted by your ability to reconnect with past friends & family. You will
have no problem finding ways to get others interested in what you are doing. Organize events that
require endurance. Spend time with those who have similar interests & morals. Channel your energy
into making money. Debates will bring distance between you and your friends. You will be tempted to
overspend, so leave money in the bank. You will gain respect and close deals by being your charming
self. Don't let anyone take you for granted. Don't spend more than you can afford to part with. Organize
activities that will include friends. You are bored with some of the connections you've made & need to
re-evaluate things. Take part in competitive sports or games. You need an outlet for your pent-up
energy.
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GENERAL INFORMATION - Winter Solstice Woman
By; Angel
(November 2004)
As she treads her path in the snow, she becomes aware of the deafening silence that surrounds her save
for the seasons tell tale-crunching sound of her feet on the snow echoing for miles it seems.
She contemplates many things during her travels especially the frozen numbness of her fingers and toes
but she relents against the icy cold for the sake of the journey. She reaches into her parcel bag to clutch
the token she carries. With a pleasant sigh of reassurance, she gently manipulates the parcel in her hand
lending her a much-needed lift as she considers the intention of this pilgrimage. She then thinks about
her hands. How old they look in their frozen and withered condition. Bearing deep roads of a life lived
well akin to the path she walks now. Hers are gentle and loving hands that have helped nurture newborn
life that springs forth especially her grandchildren. Hers are Fierce and powerful hands that have
ruptured life from the living when crucial without remorse or guilt.
Hers are the hands that have sheltered her face when tears had no choice but to escape and hers are the
hands that have applauded life with Honour joy and laughter. As she brushes a shock of silver white
hair from her aged face, she notices the golden glow of candle light emanating in the distance. "Not far
now" she whispers aloud as if sharing a secret in a crowded room. This eve she knows is a sober
occasion of anticipation for the birthing of new light and joy, which is imminent. As she walks the
passageway through a grove of evergreens, her eyes search for the great mothers' precious symbol that
has always served to protect.
She uncovers what she is looking for and withdraws from her parcel bag a silver sickle. She pauses for
a moment to commune with the spirits but only for a moment then she quickly seizes with the skilled
hands of experience a branch from the holly bush. She continues her trek kindly tucking the little gift in
her pocket for safekeeping, the new suns first gift. She listens to the wolf howl a forlorn lament to the
dying darkness and recalls a youthful time when she eagerly ran with them to salute the moons beauty.
An impish giggle escaped her betraying her to the trees and reminding her of woman's wild nature.
Carried by her thoughts of time gone by the raucous cry of a crow calls her attention. Winters midnight
messenger lets her know she has arrived. She glances up to find herself at the doorstep of her
destination. She pauses for what will be the last quiet moment she will have until the day is new. She
thinks again on the great mother and all her gifts as she reclaims the holly branch that traveled safely in
her pocket. She carefully ties the dear sprig above the weather beaten door as she speaks softly a prayer
of protection. For the last time this winters eve she reaches into her parcel bag for the exceptional gift
she has brought.
She opens the door and enters the isolated little cottage with all the verve she had in her youth. The
room is thick with expectation and the smell of sweat. A young girl runs to greet the winter woman and
asks impatiently if she brought the parcel. "Do not worry dear one I have brought what is needed". As
relief washed over the young maids' face, she took her grandmother by the hand and led her to the room
in which her mother now lay. Winter woman placed the sacred mistletoe next to a bowl of clean water.
"I feared you would not be in time" were the breathless words spoken by mother. "Do not fear dear
woman as the quickening is now long past, the night has been long and you are heavy with the new
light". "It is not the destination that is significant for it is but a fleeting moment and then a new journey
begins". "Take my hand and breath, all will celebrate the new morning". The young maid stationed at
the door beamed a knowing smile. She, her mother and winter woman would escort the new light
together.
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