Today I am 52 years old. There’s something odd about that even number. There are fifty two weeks in a year and fifty two cards in a deck (without the jokers). There are fifty two states, counting DC and Israel.

On the day I was born in the rainy state of Hawai’i, the dry state of New Mexico experienced its greatest rainfall ever recorded (11.28 inches in 24 hours at Lake Maloya). That’s a good rain, even by Hawai’ian standards.

At sunset tonight, Venus sidles up to the moon, not quite close enough for a kiss (“Not ’till 2031”), but less than 1 degree apart.

Free Will Astrology : Taurus Horoscope (April 20-May 20)

It’s about time you got the chance to be knocked on your ass by a flood of positive surprises and good feelings. I hope you’re trusting enough to go with the tidal flow, even if it does temporarily render you a bit woozy. Naturally you’d like to know if this giddy surrender will land you in trouble. Is there any chance that you’ll have to endure some karmic adjustment at a later date because of the fun you’re having now? Here’s my prediction: absolutely not. If anything, your enthusiastic cooperation with the free-form dazzle will shield you from any negative repercussions.

How did the astrologer know about my concern for the righting of the karmic scale. I can’t promise surrender, but I will cooperate. mjh

To paraphrase the Beatles,

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too–yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s my birthday
Happy birthday to me.