"I never water my
indoor plants when the moon is in Aquarius. It can’t do them much good."
You find moon lovers in the strangest places. This one is in a high
rise thirty stories up. Hair-spiked, polished geometric jewelry. She
flings the windows open wide, fresh air rushes through her apartment.
"It’s a good day for airing mattresses. And when I want the molding
or wood floors washed, I always schedule for an Aquarius moon. On such
a dry and airy day, the wood won’t mold or warp." It’s no
wonder the gods put a water-bearer in the Aquarius constellation—they
got thirsty in Aquarius! But they liked how sharp the mind could
be inside that atmosphere. They gathered to split hairs in each
other’s ideas, or listen to the pattern of their own thoughts. Your
hostess suddenly pulls you to the floor. "I’ve got the best way
to start or end an Aquarius moon day. Lie down, draw your bottom close
to the wall and then swing your feet up against the wall, like this.
Really improves the circulation in your legs! And if you’ve been
feeling a little stuck on something, don’t be surprised if an unusual
idea suddenly comes. At this moon you should do at least one thing
differently." She winks, "I always surprise my lover."
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