Many years ago (before many of you were born!), I dated an astrologer. Apparently, I am a Cancerian--or, as some politically-correct types would say, a "Moon Child. However, Astrologer was not politically correct, at least not in matters of pigeonholing, I mean pegging, people's personalities and destinies. So, she told me that I was "such a Cancerian."
Later on, she would remove the "ian" suffix and continue the sentence. But that's another story.
According to her--and everything I've heard or read (admittedly, not much) about the subject since, Cancer is a "water" sign. In fact, Astrologer claimed that Cancer is the "ultimate" water sign and, according to her charts, I was about as Cancerian as one could be.
If nothing else, it was a pretty good rationale, at least for her, for ending our relationship. But that's yet another story.
Anyway, I will concede that there is at least some truth to what she said. I am certainly drawn to water. Not to beaches, necessarily, but to water--wide expanses and endless vistas of it. I am so drawn, in fact, that sometimes everything along the way can seem like the desert.
Now, I've never actually ridden through a desert and, truth be told, never had any desire to do any such thing. This is probably as close as I'll come to it. I can hardly imagine anything that contrasts more with the ocean.
Sometimes, at the end of a bike ride, the ocean greets me: "Where have you been?"
Sometimes I cannot explain; when I can, the answer never makes any sense to someone who's gone to the beach. I know I am a different person when I go to the beach from what I am when I pedal to the ocean.
Another day, I will join them again. After that, I will continue the ride I took today, on my bike, to the ocean.
Later on, she would remove the "ian" suffix and continue the sentence. But that's another story.
According to her--and everything I've heard or read (admittedly, not much) about the subject since, Cancer is a "water" sign. In fact, Astrologer claimed that Cancer is the "ultimate" water sign and, according to her charts, I was about as Cancerian as one could be.
If nothing else, it was a pretty good rationale, at least for her, for ending our relationship. But that's yet another story.
Anyway, I will concede that there is at least some truth to what she said. I am certainly drawn to water. Not to beaches, necessarily, but to water--wide expanses and endless vistas of it. I am so drawn, in fact, that sometimes everything along the way can seem like the desert.
Now, I've never actually ridden through a desert and, truth be told, never had any desire to do any such thing. This is probably as close as I'll come to it. I can hardly imagine anything that contrasts more with the ocean.
Sometimes, at the end of a bike ride, the ocean greets me: "Where have you been?"
Sometimes I cannot explain; when I can, the answer never makes any sense to someone who's gone to the beach. I know I am a different person when I go to the beach from what I am when I pedal to the ocean.
Another day, I will join them again. After that, I will continue the ride I took today, on my bike, to the ocean.
