This September is said to be a banner month for us Virgos, with a couple of eclipses and favorable moons, and whether or not I believe in such astrological magic, I’ll welcome whatever positive transformation this month has in store for me. The past few months have been rough and tumble here, and for the first time in a long while I was beginning to think that maybe I was the problem – and I’m perfectly willing to acknowledge my failings and shortcomings, but this summer I’m not taking any of the blame. Let the hits keep on coming, because we all know only the truth stands in the end. Virgos always have the receipts; contrary to popular belief, we don’t always like having to search them out and prove others wrong but when one is attacked, that sort of defense is sometimes necessary. Let’s have a song to clear the air and wash away any lingering doubt that hell hath no fury like a Virgo wronged.
You talk about life, you talk about death
And everything in between
Like it’s nothing and the words are easy
You talk about me, you talk about you
And everything I do
Like it’s somethin’ that needs repeating
I don’t need an alibi
Or for you to realize
The things we left unsaid
Are only taking space up in our heads
A pre-peek of fall has been revealing itself in the wonderfully color nights and mornings we’ve had of late. It’s good for clearing the head, and the atmosphere. Things are getting clearer, and more crisp. Shades of gray and spaces of questionable shadows are fleshing themselves more fully out, with defined edges and sharp boundaries. A happier place for Virgos who cherish clarity.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
And curse me up and down
Doesn’t matter now
‘Cause I don’t care if I ever talk to you again
This is not about emotion
I don’t need a reason not to care
What you say, or what happened in the end
This is my interpretation
And it don’t, don’t make sense
Fall is the time when I tend to clean up the messes that I let go in summer – and there are several family items that float to the top of that clean-up list, if only to let things go and truly move forward. That means a weighty therapy session this week which might result in additional therapy sessions, and that’s ok. Therapy has been one of the most helpful tools I’ve had in navigating this treacherous mid-life region. I recommend it to everyone.
The first two weeks turn into ten
I hold my breath and wonder when it’ll happen
It doesn’t really matter
If half of what you said is true
And half of what I didn’t do could be different
Would it make you better?
If we forget the things we know
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down
I can see that now
‘Cause I don’t care if I ever talk to you again
This is not about emotion
I don’t need a reason not to care
What you say, or what happened in the end
This is my interpretation
And it don’t, don’t make sense
Fall will also likely be the time when things are brought into unflinching and unforgiving light – and it’s not going to be cruel or cutting, it’s not going to be hurtful or hateful – it’s going to be honest and true. Like the song says, this is not about emotion – and if there’s one thing I’ve learned being raised by two scientifically-minded medical people, it’s how to be cooly analytical when it comes to making your way through this mad world. My Virgo nature lapped that up, and for fifty years I’ve run with it.
It’s really not such a sacrifice
Perhaps those first fifty years were the practice run-through, and we are beginning all over again now – and now is when it counts. Now is when it matters. And if I don’t care…
If I ever talk to you again
This is not about emotion
I don’t need a reason not to care
What you say, or what happened in the end
This is my interpretation
And it don’t, don’t make sense
And it don’t have to make no sense to you at all
‘Cause this is my interpretation.
