When we encounter the Strike of Uranus, it feels like a sudden flash of ideas... with concentrated intensity like a bolt of lightning breaking the sky open.
My stalker died last month. I outlived his threats and insults. For now, my triumph is a quiet one as I climb into bed with my dogs jumping in right behind.
I awaken with this sense of grief, torn open again. It enrages me that I never got closure. If I’d gotten that ‘Dear John Letter’, what might it have said?