July is the time when the sun moves through the zodiac sign of Cancer. According to astrological Lehren herrscht im Krebs der Mond. Der Krebs liegt visavis vom Zeichen Steinbock, das wiederum von Saturn beherrscht wird. Der warme Sommer wird hier mit dem kältesten Winter konfrontiert. Gegensätze, die sich kaum verstehen und doch gegenseitig brauchen.
In der Nähe des Krebses steht übrigens das Sternbild „grosser Hund mit dem Fixstern Sirius“. Die Zeit, wo die Sonne (von der Erde aus gesehen) über diese Breitengrade wandert, nennt man denn auch die Hundstage. Hat also nichts damit zu tun, dass man vor lauter Hitze „auf dem Hund ist“. Oder eben doch…..
Even if astrology can never predict anything. In their symbolism can be found but always profound truths. With which to play, write stories and can fantasize.
The boy and the beautiful, small, blue flower
a Moon / Saturn History
It was a little boy. He lived in a desolate city. In his area there was nothing but smelly cars, gray concrete and dirt. He lived with his parents in a small, dark apartment, and on the balcony stood a pot, except in some Gejät, das durch den Smog schon ganz grau geworden war, nichts wuchs. Sein Schulweg führte ihn durch ein kleines Tal, das durch ausgediente, leere Fabriken und Schutt, den die Menschen dort achtlos deponiert hatten, derart verwüstet war, dass er nicht rechts und nicht links sehen mochte.
Einmal, als er mit seinen Schulkameraden auf dem Weg nach Hause war, sah er direkt neben seinen Füssen am Wegrand, eine kleine, wunderschöne, blaue Blume. Sie war so schön, dass er einen Moment lang die Welt um sich herum vergass. Er kniete nieder und wollte die Blume näher anschauen. Aber die anderen Kinder lachten ihn nur aus. Nun schämte er sich, trat mit den Füssen auf der Blume herum und vernichtete sie. When he was home, he started crying and was very sad. The summer came, the fall and winter, and he often thought of the flowers, but what he had done, he probably could not make up for.
Next spring, he found exactly the same place again a beautiful, small blue flower. Even today he was ashamed of the other children, and he glanced down only to her. But when he was alone once a day to and from school, he picked it, took it home and put them in the pot, which stood on the balcony. Now he wanted to be able to look at it every day in peace, and he felt very happy. A few days was the very good, the flower bloomed and were beautiful. But very soon she began to dahinzuwelken. Now the boy was very sad again. He had nothing more to this world, except the dare hope that perhaps next spring ....? But because he did not think the year was still so long.
came the summer, autumn and winter and in fact, was the following spring at the same place a beautiful, small, blue flower. Oh, how happy he was now. Now he would not be ashamed. Every day he wanted to come here to greet the flower.
came the summer, the flower bloomed and still only in late autumn, they slowly faded away. The boy was again a bit sad, but he knew now that the flower would bloom again next year too.
came the winter and spring and what a miracle was, as not only a flower, a few paces further back one and all bloomed beautiful little blue flowers. Now the boy was happier than ever before. Now he knew for sure that it was right to want to allow the flower.
came the summer, autumn and winter and next spring there was a vast sea of \u200b\u200bflowers. The disused factories and the debris were among the many flowers out of sight. The boy was crying for joy, and the classmates that he once ausgelacht hatten, weinten mit ihm.
Als er wieder nach Hause kam, wuchs im Blumentopf auf dem Balkon, eine wunderschöne, kleine, blaue Blume.
© Urs Zimmermann
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