As I have totally pushed the silliness about my zodiac sign disappearing into some unpronounceable and decidedly undesirable “lost sign” out of my mind (despite the fact that my husband thinks the new one suits me better), I must confess that I much prefer the nuance of Chinese astrology anyway.
I am a Rabbit, so this is sort of my year. Born in a water year with an ascendant Dragon (that’s the equivalent of a rising sign), I have found that the Chinese seem to know me a bit better than the Greeks. Though my daughter persists in her belief that I am a daughter of Zeus when she’s not reimagining her family as an alpha wolf pack.
Alpha, not Omega.
“Omegas are just silly and play all day, Mom,” she said.
She was born in the year of the Horse. A cause of great despair to have a daughter born in a Horse year. Sis’s youngest was born in the sign of the Horse and having observed her from birth to college – I am going to have to agree. I shudder a bit at the future.
Curiously, in both astrological universes I tend to gravitate towards completely unsuitable mates., a Virgo born in the year of the Metal Ox and a Scorpio Water Ox. Oxen though are grounded, stubborn and get the job done types and Rabbits? Probably not so much. I must be pretty awesome for anyone to pick up the cross that is me.
But today is the beginning of the new year in many Asian cultures and countries. It’s so much more festive and fraught with symbolism and possibility than the staid Western new year, in my opinion. There are dragons and parades and predictions for everyone and thing.
In the West we get top ten lists up the ying-yang and drunkenness.
Hmmm. I think we get gypped.
So anyway, I read that life in the year of your Chinese sign is anything but smooth. Up and down. Conflict. Possibly pestilence and revolution. Which confuses me because these are all things that Rabbits avoid like the second coming of another Bush dynasty. But Rabbit years have a mixed history.
Dr. King gave his “I Have a Dream” speech in the summer of 1963, a Rabbit year, but JFK was assassinated that November. And I was born in the last weeks of the year though that’s probably neither here nor there.
1975 saw the end of a horrific recession. Score one for the Rabbit. But 1987 saw one of the first Wall Street crashes that have plagued us ever since.
Hard to tell what might happen this year. But with fascism’s slow creep across the United States and it being the kick off of yet another election cycle (its small wonder that no actual governing is ever accomplished in a country where officials mostly run for office and never really settle in long enough to work), things look bleak. And that’s minus the Four Horsemen like weather that’s occurring at the moment.
Oh yeah and there’s that revolution thing that appears to be sweeping the Middle East.
We hates conflict. Witness my tooth issues as prime example number one. I changed dentists because I loathed the hygienist I was assigned to instead of simply risking hurting the guy’s feelings (it was a sure risk by the way because the guy is very sensitive), I tried out someone new.
The hygienist was awesome. The dentist screwed up my bottom molars and I am probably going to lose the back one at the very least.
And I am still ducking the question of having my teeth cleaned. They ask. I hedge.
This is how much of a Rabbit I am.
Rabbits look cuddly. But they are not. Although some Asian cultures refer to the sign as The Cat. I think cats are too aloof and disinterested to really convey the personalities of those of us born in those years.
Although I love that old Al Stewart song, Year of the Cat, don’t you?
I secretly like to think I am this incredibly awesome, but sadly, I think not so much.
Middle daughter, Mick, has a rabbit. Cunning and destructive. She could be a character in a Stephen King short story. The rabbit. Not Mick. However if Mick were a character in the story with the Rabbit, it wouldn’t end well.
Mick’s rabbit “escapes” periodically and disappears.
Nothing could induce me to drop an animal out the window of a moving vehicle on a deserted Range Road faster than a bunny that occasionally turned up missing and then just as creepily – reappeared.
But despite the bunny’s destructive ways and eerie vanishing acts, Mick believes that one day it will come to love her.
If it doesn’t dispatch her one night as she sleeps and then opens the window to let the magpies in.
But back to the Year of the Rabbit. Don’t get comfortable. Don’t imagine Peter Rabbit. Think something along the lines of fur balls returning from the Pet Semetary. And you’ll probably be okay.
- Enter the Year of the Rabbit (leberpr.com)
- Happy Asian Lunar New Year! (newyork.cbslocal.com)
- Chinese New Year: China, Thailand, Singapore Celebrate Year Of The Rabbit PHOTOS) (huffingtonpost.com)
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I’ve heard all about the doom and gloom predictions for the Rabbits.
I’m a Rabbit, and what’s worse, Indian, Western and Chinese astrologers all agree that 2011 is an year for me to be careful. To put it mildly. I’ve survived January. Now for the rest of the 11 months, and I’m through….phew!
Hope you and yours keep well and stay warm this year of the rabbit.