Whispers from the Full Moon in Virgo and the real world
I'm not a typical Libra. I was raised by two Aries. You know, those Mars people are half feral. At the very least. Going, doing, headbutting problems out of the way as they arise. We ran as a pack, the three of us. On the water, in the woods, in the yard, down hills covered in snow. Aries doesn't sit still much and, of course, they were dragging me with them. Not that I minded. I loved all our adventures. Which is what they were to me. It's really funny though. My Mom and Dad were never athletic in school. But, they were two of the most physically active folks that I have ever met in my life. My father would endure physical labor all day holding tight to a work ethic the likes of which I've not seen since. He made it look easy in a way one would not expect. Tall, lanky and lean. His wirey frame did not give indication toward his strength. But, it became obviously clear once you witnessed the man work. My mother is a fairy. She likes to think of herself as a spitfire. B...