Elizabeth Anglin

Sometimes I will admit that I can be quite cynical about this adventure called life.  In the middle of water pipes breaking, the resultant flooding, with my arm down a long "ground well" cleaning out the detritous of 15 years of  run off, dirt and those poor unfortunate mice who fell in the pipe (How?  It was covered!) looking for the water shut off valve, neck deep in snow... I am cynical.  Nay, I'm not just cynical... I'm wishing I could go back to that lifetime when I was an Empress of China.   "I should not have to clean out 15 years of crud from inside a ground well pipe... I should have servants for this!  What's going on with this lifetime?  Why is my arm down this hole? Why am I laying in the snow? This is not my beautiful house. ...This is not my beautiful life!" 

Or, in the immortal words of the Talking Heads:

And you may ask yourself

What is that beautiful house?

And you may ask yourself

Where does that highway go?

And you may ask yourself

Am I right?...Am I wrong?

And you may tell yourself

MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

So, for all of you who are experiencing Mercury Retrograde early, who are wondering why you have your arms down long dark holes to nowhere, and why your floor is covered with water... I'll leave you with a little Talking Heads to soothe the pain.