“Inability to accept the mystic experience is more than an intellectual handicap. Lack of awareness of the basic unity of organism and environment is a serious and dangerous hallucination. For in a civilization equipped with immense technological power, the sense of alienation between man and nature leads to the use of technology in a hostile spirit—-to the “conquest” of nature instead of intelligent co-operation with nature.” ― Alan Watts
The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it but the way the atoms are put together. The cosmos is also within us. We’re made of star stuff, we are a way for the cosmos to know itself. -Carl Sagan
“The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.” ― Kahlil Gibran
Associations: Love. Money. Beauty. Aesthetics. Art. Sensuality but not sexuality. Refinement. Charm. Grace. A beautiful home. Fine food and wine. Fine clothing. Connection to Gaia. Fertility. Easter. The 2nd house. The 7th house. Taurus. Libra. The bull. Finding balance. Peaceful living. Muses.
Bad Habits: Consumption; Cold heartedness; Obsession with Glamour
Color: Green; Pink
Visual: Planting the most beautiful gardens of the world for everyone to share and see.
Action: Actively cultivating a more beautiful life for yourself and everyone you come in contact with.
Style: Green coats and Pink pants. Flowing virginal dresses which reveal just enough skin for imagination. Fabrics which gracefully contour to the body. Silk. Satin. Velvet. Linen & Cotton. Pastels. Collected glamour. Minimalism. Feminine dresses and skirts. Attention to detail. Exuberantly beautiful and glowing skin. An inquisitive and innocent eye. Sweet, small lips. A sensual and earthy body. Glamorous shoes, hats, bags, and jeans. Vintage tops and fine jewelry. A perfume containing vanilla, sweet rose, geranium, or oleander. Delicate jewelry. Soft hair. A fertility goddess pendant necklace. Venus symbol tattoo in a secret spot. Swooning repeatedly.
Style Icon: Sienna Miller; Twiggy; Scarlett Johansson
Designer: Oscar De La Renta; Phoebe Philo
Movie: Brokeback Mountain; Moulin Rouge; Avatar; Casablanca; Moonrise Kingdom
Book: Pride and Prejudice; The Griffin & Sabine Trilogy
Venus Says: “You are beautiful just the way you are.”
Smell: Sweet roses and low, flowering, creeping vines.
Honor: Being open to others. Inner beauty. Harmony in the home. Plentiful romance. Sensuality flowing like (and with!) fine wine. Being open to and sharing Tenderness. Appreciating others for being themselves. Supporting others with encouragement. Manifesting a more beautiful world through the next generation. Having children and raising them well. Getting married for all the right reasons. Making Peace. Romance. Majick rituals. Coven activities.
When Dishonored: Arguments. Petty Drama. Starting fights. Coldheartedness. Vanity. Superficiality. Self Centeredness. Neutrality. Bitterness. Projection. Intimate manipulation. Delusional glamour.
Lesson: Cultivating beauty within your own heart will translate into a more beautiful world.
“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
by Maya Angelou
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.”