What do the stars hold for me? This is the mystery that I would like answered. Life is so fraught with storms, fair weather, clouds, light rain, thunder, precipitation, morning dew and that type of weird weather where it’s not raining but the air is all warm, and you sort of think it should be. Oh, and fog. LOTS of fog, because it obscures many things. Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
I don’t mean to mock your noble art of fortune telling; my mind just runs away sometimes. Anyway, my query for the mystic forces of the universe comes with the renovation of my college wing. We’ve had a lot of renovation recently, and you know how it can be. Giant aluminium platforms everywhere, scaffolding, ladders, planks, trestles, and SO much noise. I’m trying to grade papers, which could decide people’s academic future, and I simply cannot. There is too much kerfuffle, too much to disturb the cosmic harmony I have tried so hard to cultivate within my office. I have burned incense, tried calming music from the mountains of Nepal and even meditation. I usually scorn meditation, as I feel that interpretive dance is the true way of unleashing your inner peace. Why sit still when you can revel in motion?
But no, these renovations are so very extensive that there is no escaping them. I have, a couple of times, woven through the jungle of ladder platforms and found my way to the communications building, which is currently not in use except for a Greek family who live on the top floor, unbeknownst to the Dean. There may also be a family of wombats and several actual bats. Anyway, I have a secondary office filled with all my supplies, and yet…the chakras are not correct. The feng shui is appalling. All I see is mobile scaffolding, and banging, so much banging…
Your lucky number is 52! Remember, clouds part to reveal the happy sunshine. Even the ugliest caterpillar turns into a beautiful butterfly.