Rob Bresny's Taurus

Free Will Astrology

"In the human heart new passions are forever being born," said French writer Francois de La Rochefoucauld. "The overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another." I suppose that's true. We all have longings that come and go as we evolve. But I'd also like to propose an equally valid and contradictory truth: In every human heart there are a few passions that last a lifetime. They're with us from the moment we're born, and nothing can dilute their intensity. Our destiny revolves around them. These are the passions I hope you will define with precision and nurture with alacrity during the next eight weeks.
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I hardly even know or remember what my enduring passions are. One used to be singing. I've been told I have a great voice. One used to be God. The Overarching One. I think I've lost my "fire" so to speak. (I hate that term "on fire for God". I'm not sure what it is about that particular phrase, but it grates me.) I love God, but I'm pretty sure I love myself more. I've done art and poetry as a way to express my emotions and let those inner demons out onto an unsuspecting and unbelieving world, but that has dimmed as well. Mostly my goals for everyday are just to:

Get out of bed (very difficult sometimes);

Survive (also very difficult sometimes);

and finally, to go back to bed.

It sounds like an empty life and it is. I've been thinking about changing it, though. I've got to find something that makes me happy, right? Or at least something that makes me feel alive.

The picture of the chalice is appropo because it symbolizes something growing inside; something coming into its fruition. That's how I feel. I feel pregnant with possibilities. Like I have yet to give birth to my passions. I guess I'm a late bloomer.