Joy, like a gauntlet, tossed down at my feet. A match for my ego, who instantly breaks into song in my head, begging this way and that for attention. Distracting, disturbing, anything but Thriving.
“New Moon Eclipse, with that South Node, all in Libra. Believe me? Falling into the dream. Keep swooning, you’ll soon lose your way and I will have you in my grip for the day.”
Maybe, but I see you. If you do win me over, it won’t last.
“I won’t give up.”
You might.
