Pluto. The Phoenix. Transformation. These are all words I deeply associate with, mainly as years of being Sewered and the ensuing recovery remanded me to the mines. I'd learned the hard way that when your astrologer says Pluto Transits are achingly slow, they are not kidding. I drafted the following paragraphs on November 1st as I listened arduously to an inkling that seemed too hidden in the loam for naught but a low hum:
"I suppose all these thoughts of Pluto, sex and healing are all apt themes on the first day of November. Adjacent to that is lucre, since Pluto also rules mining and riches. Something I'm a bit preoccupied with at the moment, though I'm more at the grizzling and flopping down helplessly stage rather than the actioning-a-plan stage. To reduce the problem into it's simplest form, it is thus: I am at a crossroads work wise.