Born Today?
A reading for your birthday. Cancer season.
Nature is a temple where the living columns sometimes emit confused words; humanity passes through forests of symbols which watch them with familiar looks.
Charles Baudelaire
Your Year of the Invisible Architecture. This is the year you finally see the structure you have been building inside other people all along, and the recognition is quiet and genuine and a little bit funny, because you barely knew you were doing it. A room settles when you walk in. A conversation finds its footing when you pick up the thread. Someone you have not thought about in years surfaces in your mind in April, and you follow that feeling somewhere good. By late summer, a gathering you organize almost by accident becomes the thing three people tell you they needed. The debt you carry toward the people who shaped you does not expire, it converts, it becomes the way you shape others, the way the temple columns hold something enormous without once calling attention to themselves. Go where the room is waiting.