This is no candle flame burning softly and tenderly. This is a forest fire bent on annihilating everything and everyone that dares to resist it. I thought I would mourn the passing of things and people that I held so dearly in my heart for such a long time. But instead, I don’t. I accept that things must pass. That nothing lasts forever.
These days we no longer talk about our ancestors. We’ve disguised this topic under more modern semantics such as: ‘identity’ and ‘heritage’. But I think the concept is still the same. We talk about those that came before us so that we may better understand who we are today.
She’s the river that flows. The ocean that possesses great mysteries, her tides taking you wherever she pleases. She’s a lake – still and silent. Watching, brooding. She’s the Queen of Cups.
It is the best of zodiac signs, it is the worst of zodiac signs. Welcome to Scorpio season: a time when nature gets ready to take a much deserved break. I’ve noticed a trend with Scorpio people. They always seem sweet and pleasant on the surface – but when you get to know them….