I'm not sure which of you out there are still reading. I keep disappearing, so I don't blame anyone if you think I'm the most erratic blogger on the planet :)
As I mentioned to Funkstar, who was kind enough to enquire after me (and nominate me for a Kreativ Blogger Award) given my absence - my life has been taken over by various mundane, yet time-consuming efforts to make changes.
Namely, hunting for and eventually investing in a second-hand car, dealing with the various mechanical and legal requirements arising from that transaction, dealing with a malfunctioning computer (my lifeline!), while preparing to move into a new apartment with a friend from work.
This is actually pretty stressful for me, I must say, though that is profoundly embarrassing to admit. Fact is, familiarity, ritual and routine are very important for me (Virgo rising, tenanted sixth), yet our culture sneers at such preferences in men.
We're all supposed to be adventurous he-men, swinging virile-ly like Tarzan from one tree-top to the next, always in control, always mastering any crisis, always hungry for new conquests or territory on which to leave our mark.
Well, that's not exactly me.
However, my real point (hence the title of this post) is that I have a naturally erratic rhythm, even though I endeavour to over-compensate by being overly organised.
I'm built to be constantly in motion and doing things, but that doesn't mean I'll do needful things in the order they're meant to be done, or even have consistent access to my 'doing'-ness.
I often need the adrenaline rush of last minute stringency to kick me into action. I'm so envious of the patient, step-by-step ability to plod and accomplish of, say, Taureans!
Of course, this causes my meticulous Virgo ascendant no end of frustration.
But even my Cappie Moon can only go so far in remedying the situation... I may have the calculating ambition of the sign (read about my dark side here), but this Moon is in the last degree of the Sea Goat, and practically in Aquarius, the air sign famous for its abrupt shifts, reversals and mysterious inertia.
Which brings me to my sixth house in Aquarius.
I have Mars and Mercury in that house, both in Aquarius, and Mars actually conjoins my Moon, both squared by Uranus, the modern ruler of Aquarius.
Western astrologers usually look to the sixth house to discover the state of a client's health (or lack thereof), his/her work colleagues, pets and generally the people they meet when going about their day - florists, grocers, tobacconists, dentists, cobblers and so forth.
But ultimately, this house is about how we 'operate' on the day-to-day level. Or, as Dana Gerhardt puts it, in her excellent series on the astrological houses over at Astrodienst:
"The 6th refers to daily time and how we spend it."
Most of the time, I am 'humming' with energy, which I expend either via the internet, furiously working out (when I can afford the gym) or zipping along sidewalks from task to task.There's a reason I walk a lot, despite having access to wheels!
Aquarius Mercury in the sixth needs constant connection with and to collective data - hence my enormous need to be online, and the several books, manuals, audio classes or podcasts I'll be reading or listening to at any given time.
Aquarius Mars in the sixth needs to get anything boring or mundane over in a flash. Preferably by taking a radical approach and/or missing out 'logical' steps in the process.
Put these two planets together and the actual timing of any of my actions is unpredictable, erratic. This is only amplified by that Mars-Uranus square.
I love to plan and construct ideal schedules or timetables in my mind, from the breakdown of a day, a week, a month all the way to my broader lifespan. But the timing is almost completely out of my control. And consistency isn't, to my chagrin, one of my fortes.
The tension of my 'holding back' until the adrenaline builds to the appropriate level, is enormous. Meanwhile, I'm constantly antsy, often anxious. I'm the guy who taps his foot inadvertently or needs to be twirling pens in his fingers while thinking.
Moving, moving, moving... but not always in motion. What I'm essentially doing is furiously treading water until the adrenaline kicks in and I can really 'swim' or commit to a direction.
Hence the stop-start nature of this blog :)
Interestingly enough, Gerhardt also mentions that Dane Rudhyar looked to the sixth house to see how we resolve crises. In which, case, the universe has me singled out for leaping into the saddle only when my pants are on fire.
Aquarius, like all air signs, likes to keep its options open and is loath to choose one thing over another. As a fixed sign, it also has its own inertia to overcome.
But boy, when it gets going, like a lightning flash it goes. And of course, inertia works the other way, too... once started, it just can't stop!
The image above was taken from this site.
