"Because he was born on the cusp between Cancer and Leo—which is to say, drawn on one side to the hermit’s cave, on the other to centerstage—he both craved the familiarity of a private, personal domestic space and loathed the idea of being fettered by permanence or possession. At least astrologers would attribute the ambivalence to his natal location. Someone else might point out that it was simply an acute microcosmic reflection of the fundamental nature of the universe."
Thursday, February 17, 2005
This is The Bean. Isn't she edible? I love that the pumpkin is bigger than she is.