My best friend lives in New Orleans. He is the man who introduced me to my husband and who saved me from insanity during college. We relate to each other in that creepy Libra way that all other non-Libras will never grasp. We speak in singular words that mean sentances if not complete paragraphs. It is a way of things. He'll loft an eyebrow and I'll scrunch a lip and then he'll wiggle a finger and we both know exactly what it means without words.

"Wanna go get some coffee at the Shop?"

"Nah, I just worked there for seven hours straight, I'm on a coffee buzz from hell, how about a beer at the Cap?"

"Beer, tsk tsk, I hope by beer you mean tequila. Let's go."

Thus, I was horribly worried about him, until I remembered (of course the day after everything happened being the frazzled, absent-minded genius I am) that he was at Burning Man when the storm hit the levies and the shit covered the town.

My friend has good Karma that approaches near Bohdivista proportions. Not bad for the man who spent most of his past lvies as a rock if I do say so myself. Anyway, he is enjoying himself at Burning Man enjoying this years theme of "Psyche". Something I am certain he will frolick and revel in. It is most definately his thing. Construction and destruction... chaos and order: the pillars of burning man are essential to the Libra way of being. And the two of us do revel in our Libraness.

On a side note, our other compatriot, and our other best friend, is also a Libra. Sitting the three of us down at a table causes much consternation in any who do not understan the Libra way. Like Our third compatriot's sister and my husband who are both Leos. I am the youngin Libra in the trio, but getting us together, you would think we are all the same age (either young or old, depending one theday and spin of the stars I suppose) and have been together since birth.

So, now my friend must worry (always leave worry to the time it is needed) about what he is to return to. I suppopse he shall either stay with me or our other compatriot. I figure our other compatriot as he lives in Houston and I live in Atlanta. Houston is much closer to the rigs where work must be done.

Karma...

New Orleans must have accumulated quite a lot of it. Good, bad and in between. This was a disaster waiting to happen, but it took quite a long time for it to reach the point where it did. I wonder what has happened to tip the scales?

Or perhaps, it isn't Karma at all.

After all, we all know that it's a load of hippie crap anyway.

I figure Kali got a bee in her bonnet and decided people needed to be reminded of some good ol' fashioned smiting.

Construction ----> Destruction ----> Rebirth

Posted by Utopia at September 2, 2005 07:47 AM

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