Saturday-Sunday March 24, 2023
– Crescent Moon Phase – challenge, growth, struggle, expansion, gathering
– Moon in TAURUS– Void of Course 3/25 12:19 PM – 8:42 PM moving to Gemini
– Best Days (from the Farmer’s Almanac) – March 25th – 26th – Mow to Increase Growth, Dig Holes, Travel for Pleasure, Host a Party, Kill Plant Pests, Cut Firewood, Write
– Planting Calendar (from the Farmer’s Almanac) – March 25th – 27th – Seeds planted now tend to rot in ground.
– Aspect of the Aeon Sophia: (Wisdom): – Chinnamasta – Goddess Who Expands The Mind
– Aspect of the Aeon Thelete: (Will/Desire): Seth – God of the North, God of Enlightenment
– Sabian Symbol for the Solar-Lunar Month – New Moon in ARIES SUN/MOON – 01 ARIES: a woman has risen out of the ocean, a seal is embracing her (EARTH – 01 LIBRA: a butterfly preserved and made perfect with a dart through it)
– Sabian Symbol for the Solar-Lunar Year: –“ a woman has risen out of the ocean, a seal is embracing her”
– SUN –
05 ARIES: a triangle with wings
06 ARIES: a square brightly lighted on one side
– EARTH –
05 LIBRA: a man teaching the true inner knowledge of the new world to his students
06 LIBRA: a man watches his ideals taking concrete form before his inner vision
A Global Perspective
What did you do this weekend? That is the question I posed.
This weekend, I rearranged my kitchen. We had finally disposed of an old fridge that did not work. It was taking up a huge die of the kitchen and was little more than an over-sized cupboard. Through the magic of Facebook – and the NextDoor App – I found someone who would haul it away for free. So add a new ceiling fan, plus a second-hand table and island, we have a whole new clean kitchen.
Then there was to toilet that has not flushed properly in over a year. Replace that and add new curtains, and voilas. We have a whole new “looking” bathroom.
But those were just small potatoes to the real accomplishment this weekend. On Friday I began toying with an idea for a blog post – or a seires of posts really. I would like to see life from a more Global Perspective. And by that, I mean i want to get a group of people together who will offer their persepctive on different topics. But they have to be from . . . well from somewhere other than here.
So also with the magic of Facbook, I reached out to people I know around the world who are willing to (and maybe even excited to) help me out. The number right now is 5 or six. And I am more than willing to add more. Here was what I asked. Followed by the first responses:
I asked you the other day if you might help me with a project. I want to present a Global Perspective in my blog. I will ask a question and you offer a response. It can be long or short or whatever you desire.
My question for the masses is: Tell me about your weekend. Very open ended and up to you what to talk about. I will be introducing the panel of people – – from New Zealand, India, Kazakhstan, Pakistan, Wales and Northern Ireland (with me in Pennsylvania makes 7). The idea is to simply say anything you want about the world or your world. I look forward to your comments.
I am an American with a PhD in Educational Linguistics from the University of Pennsylvania and Associate Professor of Multilingual Education at Nazarbayev University. After nearly nine years living in Kazakhstan the locals say I’m a local, but I definitely live like a foreigner.
FROM ANDREW As for the weekend, she was unable to write much. When I sent my question sehe was somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean en route to somewhere in Germany. Looking forward to the next question.
Firstly I would like to introduce myself to everyone.
I am a 50 year old mum to 6 and grandmother to 2 soon to be 3. I run my own small business of personalised gifts and hampers after being signed off from returning to work with long covid and fibromyalgia. I also volunteer at our army cadet force (ACF) and charity fundraising for a few different events. I have many hobbies and loving learning about different cultures ways of life etc.
So my weekend started well. Packed husband and daughter off for an ACF weekend on the Friday evening. All household chores done. So it was time to start planning the decorations for my daughters gender reveal on Monday. I’ve nearly let it slip so many times ????♀️. – First hiccup order wrong size boxes for the balloons. There’s only confetti going in these ones ????. – Second hiccup. Balloon arch kit arrived minus the arch. Well this is going well I thought to myself. 1 customer didn’t arrive to collect order as planned. Always take payment upfront thank goodness.
We come to Saturday morning after throwing the cat out if the bedroom at 3am. Due to her having the zoomies and missing her partners in crime (my daughter and husband). 3 mugs of coffee later I’m ready to make a start on making the banners without revealing the gender to the rest of the household ????. Iceland delivery arrives bang in the middle of the glue gun melting everywhere ????. Frozen food away back to banners. Toilet cistern leaks everywhere. Runs upstairs overflow okie has snapped. Like how ????♀️ Part bought this will be fun. Down to shed and to the stairs armed with an adjustable spanner and wrench ????. Omg who the hell was the last Plumber? Everything is cross threaded. ????. 3 hours later go me new okie fitted and no leaks. Never tell a woman she can’t do something ????. More coffee needed. Back to banners printer decides to go on a paper diet and chew up my card stock ????. I must admit. I nearly
Gave in but not quite. 2 hours later lots and lots of cuss words banners done. Work out time 15 minutes of hell as tonight is weights on legs and arms ????. Shower and bed ready for my stall at a local event on Sunday.
Being woke up every 29 minutes throughout the night by my 3 sons watching American sports and shouting and cheering was not in the plan ????and the clock change of time in a sleep deprived woman is not good. Missed my alarm missed my event. Spent all day making sure the boys know their rent is going up until they pay me what my takings would be that I missed ????. Sunday roast went out of the window we had chicken and pasta dish. Hubby and daughter home. Kit bags and webbing completely fill my living room fgs. Less than 24 hours before gender reveal starts and it looks like a squatters yard in my home. Still buzzing I could brag about the toilet though ????????????. One eggless batch of sponge mix now on go as grandson has dairy allergies. And alarms firmly set for 6am. And am I date you to the entire household about noise tonight. Can’t wait to have a house full of people tomorrow. It’s been a long time thanks to covid.
To end it all. I have literally done every emotion in the book rbis weekend. I definitely blame the menopause for the tears. I don’t do that stuff ????????. And blood sweat and cuss words have been in every minute of the weekend. I have a crazy house. It’s my circus and my monkeys. But I wouldn’t change any of it. Love my family to the moon and back and would definitely do time for them. I left out some parts of this weekend as that story is still unfolding. But my god. My 1 grandson will always have father figures to listen ok up-to. No one needs a waster and a narcissist as a dad.
sending love, happiness, health and wealth wishes. Signing out from wWles. (we are not in England btw).
As a Christian living in Pakistan, I understand the struggles that come with living in a country with such difficult living standards. The poverty rate is high and access to basic resources like food and clean water is limited for many people. Despite these challenges, I remain hopeful for a better future for myself and for my fellow Christians living here in Pakistan.
Additionally, I have been dedicated to spreading the word of God and the teachings of Jesus Christ throughout my community, so that others may be inspired to live a better life. I feel that this is the best way to help those in need, by bringing them closer to God and leading them to a better future.
My faith remains an integral part of how I live my life, and despite the many difficulties I’ve faced since living to Pakistan, I remain strong in my faith and strive to stay true to it. I find strength in knowing that I am not alone, and that there are many other Christians in Pakistan who struggle like me. By working together, we can create a brighter, more prosperous future for our people.
Although life in Pakistan is difficult, I remain thankful for the opportunity to serve and help others in my community. I believe that with faith and perseverance, I can make a positive impact in my community and bring about change for the better.
The most significant challenge for Christians in Pakistan is the religious divide. Although Muslims and Christians may have similar beliefs, there is still discrimination and prejudice against Christians due to their faith. This can make it difficult to live amongst a predominantly Muslim population. In fact, some Christians may experience physical violence due to their faith.
The economic situation is another challenge that Christians face in Pakistan. Poverty is widespread, and the median income is lower than in other countries. This means that many Christians may struggle to make ends meet and provide for their families. The cost of basic necessities such as food and shelter can be even more expensive due to religious discrimination. Education is another important challenge that Christians faces in because of their poor economic conditions usually their children don’t get education and they become more poor. Because of no education they don’t get any good job. Mostly Christians people do sanitation work in Pakistan. Like picking garbage from houses and throw that garbage.
I live with my son and daughter in law. Right now I have some of their friends visiting us. These guys have been coming over since they were in school. Now they bring along their wives or girl friends also. We usually order some food, play games or just chat up.
As for New Zealand and Northern Ireland, I have not heard back in time for this article. But will be sharing when they have a chance.
My desire here is to show a window into life outside of here (for me the USA). Despite all the Television, Internet access and movies, I feel we painfully unaware of what life is like outside of our own little bubbles. And I want to know what other people are thinking. And how they think. And what better way to find out than to ask.
If you are reading this and are from somewhere else, then please comment and let us know – whaere you are from and what you were doing this weekend. And we may hear more in a few days. 🙂
Kia ora from Aotearoa (commonly known as New Zealand).
My weekend flew by at great speed. I had plenty of reflective time. It’s harvest time here with
plants having their autumn flush.
As all my friends in the northern hemisphere are celebrating the beginning of spring, we are
harvesting our crops to take us through winter.
I come from the far north and this year, we’re pretty much in agreement that we have been living
in the summer less north, but it was more usually known as the winter less north before this year.
I survived the hurricane but sadly many didn’t and it’s being concealed. It’s kind of
I went out walking and took a photo of a tree trunk that came down in the hurricane. I find that art,
photography and nature time helps me maintain my health. Nature is my greatest confidant.
We don’t have snow and rarely have frost here. Bananas, pawpaws and pineapples grow here.
Potatoes can be grown all year round.
The far north people have a reputation for being least compliant. Since the country wasn’t quite
fully colonised, more racial targeting happened here, and mistrust was firmly established long
That kind of targeting leads to poverty. So we have the extremes here of meth addictions creating
chaos in communities and the many who pull together and help one another out in many creative
So there’s the weekend party, which finished early this time, the ruru (native owl) calling through
the night, and me, an observer, taking time to tune in and move ahead in divine will in divine time.
Most of my weekend was spent in conscious creating mode, released of a traumatic history,
poised in launching my new beginning in this epic time we share.
In lak’ech. I am another you.
5 Sag (wise owl up a tree � ).