Today is my Solar Return, which is like a birthday except you base it on when the Sun returns to the same place in the sky it was in when you were born. Which means it may happen on your actual birthday, or sometime near it. For me, it usually happens on December 16, even though my birthday is tomorrow, the 17th.
Today is also the first day in a long time I was able to get a walk in. At least the hills are now green from all the rain.
1. “Bullet From a Gun” by The Script
2. “Hey Jude” by The Beatles
3. “Goin’ Home” by Pure Prairie League
4. “Shades of Gray” by Billy Joel
5. “Playing with Fire” by Richard Marx
6. “Best I Ever Had” by Gavin DeGraw
7. “Early Morning Riser” by Pure Prairie League
8. “All Your Reasons” by Matchbox Twenty
9. “You Make Me Smile” by Dave Koz
10. “Warmer Place to Sleep” by John Cougar Mellencamp
11. “Keep Me Dreaming” by The Blue Pages
And as a bonus, these are the songs that played in my car, picking up where my walk left off:
1. “Should’ve Known Better” by Richard Marx
2. “Little Rock” by Reba McEntire
3. “Exit Wounds” by The Script
4. “Never Gonna Leave This Bed” by Maroon 5
(It was a short trip, just to the store and back.)
I was thinking about the song “Goin’ Home,” which I hadn’t listened to in a long time, and I have to say . . . I don’t have a place to “go home” to. I like where I live, and at the moment I have no urge to move, but there is something nomadic in me, I guess, that prevents me from saying, “This is home.” Because it doesn’t feel so permanent as that. I may be here a long time, but it won’t be forever.
It wasn’t always that way. “Home” used to be the house I grew up in. But my parents have moved around a lot and now live in a place I have no connection to, and I don’t have any desire to, I don’t know, go backward and live in places I’ve already lived. It wouldn’t feel like progress to me.
If “home” is where a person feels most comfortable and relaxed and happy, then for me that is still London. Even though I’ve never actually lived there.
They say you should keep a diary of everything that happens and all you do on your Solar Return because it projects into your coming year. My Return isn’t until 7:23 this evening, but I’ll be making notes anyway. I’ve already had some good news this morning, too—an agent who’d had partial pages of Peter asked for the full manuscript. And I have a beauty evening scheduled for tonight, so . . . Just trying to keep this day happy and upbeat. Maybe it’s superstitious, but whatever. It makes me feel good.
Though, when I consider I’ll be sleeping through a big chunk of the Return, does that mean those months of my year will be “dormant”? I hope not! I have high expectations for 2015. My Rising Sign this year is Leo (well, okay, it’s the 29th degree of Cancer, which might as well be Leo), and you’re going to hear me roar!