Monday, December 10, 2007

The Feast Of Chiron

I was sitting around last night contemplating my Solar Return chart in the traditional manner -- over a bottle of cheap vodka -- when the door bell rang. A pizza delivery car was idling outside. Not having ordered a pizza, but with a professional astrologer's keen instincts for a free meal, I answered the door. Much to my surprise, the pizza was being delivered by no less than Chiron the Centaur himself.

"This must be an awkward moment for you" Chiron said.

"You're telling me," I replied. "I didn't order a pizza, and I'm broke."

"I didn't mean that. I mean, you've never written about me, ever. And I rarely hear you mention me in your consultations."

I felt myself blush a little, something that doesn't happen much any more. "Well, you know I prefer a more mechanistic approach to my astrology. You know --"

Chiron interrupted. " 'I'll tell you when you get hit by the truck, you figure out how you feel about it.' I know. It's one of your favourite lines."

I set the pizza down on the coffee table. "Look, I realize that the functions you represent are vital to the counselling process. Really, I do. I just have a hard time seeing the practical use of you in a reading. It's not like a nice solid Uranus transit squaring natal Mars screwing up your blood pressure."

"Isn't Sun square Chiron on the Midheaven one of the tighter aspects in your chart?" Chiron asked.

"Yes," I replied. "And that should make me some kind of expert if there was any sort of observable --"

"And aren't you sitting around in the dark, drinking for no obvious reason, feeling all bad about your existence, right before your Solar Return?"

I glanced around. "I just haven't changed the light bulb yet. Honest. So is this what you do now: go around handing out meals people can't afford and didn't ask for?"

Chiron trotted over to the pizza box and opened it. It had extra cheese, which almost managed to obscure the Brussels Sprouts, parsnips, and liverwurst toppings. I cringed.

"No." Chiron replied. "I go around handing out what people really need, emotionally, whether they know it or not. And it's free."

The delivery car horn honked repeatedly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of stops to make this evening. I have a bucket of deep-fried childhood memories for a Virgo going cold."

He paused to pat my shoulder reassuringly before he left.

"Just remember: where it Hurts, there is Hope."

The car horn honked impatiently as he left. I looked out the window one last time, and in the dark I was barely able to make out the features of my great-grandfather behind the wheel -- the one I never met, but who nonetheless taught me that no matter how bad life feels at times, things could always be worse.

I sat down and started to eat. It was awful at first, but I soon realized just how hungry I was... and, miraculously, I was hungry for something like this. I contemplated the Human Condition: wounded, struggling things making out way through life causing more injury to ourselves and others, and on occasion -- if we're both wise and lucky -- mopping up more pain than we leave behind. And I thought about another year of more of the same, for me.

And I thought about a malformed and misbegotten thing, half man and half horse, who nonetheless taught The Gods Themselves lessons in healing and nobility.

So, naturally, I danced.


Diane L said...

Matthew is baaaaccck!!! ROFL good!!

Happy Birthday, dear Matthew, Happy Birthday to yooou, Happy Solar Return dear Maaatthheww, Happy Birthday to you!! And many more . . .

Gee, a Solar Return with Jupiter/Pluto conjunct and a Uranus/Mercury/Saturn T-square . . . maybe I should send a bottle of the good stuff!! :-D

Matthew The Astrologer said...

You heard the lady: pour all your unused booze and prescriptions into an envelope and send 'em...

Rhiannoceros said...

Unused booze? What is that? Honestly. Even wikipedia doesn't know!

Happy Birthday!

Anonymous said...

Dear fiesty Matt,

Happy solar return to you and many thanks for the fab insights tinged with humor. You've got an admirer, vodka or no vodka.

Monkey on,

Anonymous said...

Woo-hoo!! Once again you've nailed some meaty truths with creativity and humor.
Have yourself a great year. (And keep those Alberta clippers to yourself, eh?)

Anonymous said...

yaaaay! you rock, buddy, happy solar return!!

Beth Turnage said...

Matthew, even with transiting Saturn opposite my moon I laughed my head off.

But it is obvious that you still aren't talking enough about Chiron because now he is visiting me, toting, of all things a cottage cheese pizza, and I'm lactose intolerant! This guy won't leave me alone, standing over my shoulder as I write about him. I've done three posts already and he still wants more. Maybe its the Chiron return, but man, Pluto is getting jealous, and Saturn thinks I should be putting my attention on "more important" things.

Anyway, Happy Belated!

Anonymous said...

So interesting! Very creative I must say, made me think, think harder and laugh out loud. Chiron concerns me....
I know he is capable and under estimated. I stumbled
accidently looking for a Solar Return explaining sun squaring chiron. I've not been feeling great, vitality a tad low and Worried about health, getting older, dying, shit like that. UGGGh.
Anyway loved your blog.