I was working on a reading today for someone, an email reading, and I had in mind that I was going to go overtime. I wanted to. It felt right. Sometimes I do that. Have to finish a job. That’s how it feels. I don’t mean that in a cold way, but don’t stop until the job feels done.
And then just now a gal I’ve worked with quite a bit over the years messaged me to give me some news, some good news (I think). And then… hmm… and then I noticed something quite peculiar 🙂 something I don’t think I experience all that often because in this work that I do, this life of mine, I give a lot of energy. And there she was. Not officially giving me a reading per se — but she was giving me energy. It felt good.
I went to the other room for some kitchen experiences, and that’s when it dawned on me. I don’t mean to make this sound sad but… it did feel remarkable. Not sad but remarkable. To be open to the experience of receiving. And it was just enough. The right amount.
And then poof! She was gone. Like an Aries 🙂
So we are in between Eclipses and as I’ve noted elsewhere, we’re under particularly good transits for these in between days, lots of sextiles. This coming week for example: Venus will sextile Jupiter, the Sun will sextile Mars, Mercury (retrograde) will also sextile Mars. It’s the Libra cluster making nice with Leo and Sagittarius (fire trine). You can relax.
Notice anything about Mercury retrograde so far? Mercury went back into Libra on Friday so yes the spirit of DO-OVER in relationships and other Libra issues (and the issues of your Libra house) are flirting with you. Are you treating others fairly? And vice versa? How important is this to you? And when was your last good kiss. Dare I quote Richard Hugo? Yes. Yes I do.
Okay, here’s the entire first stanza of his poem Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg:
You might come here Sunday on a whim.
Say your life broke down. The last good kiss
you had was years ago. You walk these streets
laid out by the insane, past hotels
that didn’t last, bars that did, the tortured try
of local drivers to accelerate their lives.
Only churches are kept up. The jail
turned 70 this year. The only prisoner
is always in, not knowing what he’s done.
Your homework: Write a poem.
Your other homework: I want you to think about the energy exchanges in your life.
Do you give?
Do you receive?
Do you take?
Are you depleted?
Are you hungry?
Are you STARVING?
When was your Last Good Kiss.
i’m feeling kind of mellow this evening. We had a lovely walk (and jog) in the park. I got no drama or tzuris for you. No cheerleading.
But let’s draw a card for the retrograde from my new deck 🙂 Well HELLO. Eight of Rods (Wands). News travels fast? What is this news, pray tell?
I think it was the amazing Rachel Pollack who talks about this being the ONLY card in the whole deck without a figure of any kind in it, not even a part of one. Even in the Aces, we see hands. In the Moon, we have animals.
The Rods look like shooting stars to me, across the heavens. The Rods look less like Wands and more like branches, shoots of life, big buds at their tips.
Where are they going? What do they have to say?
Quoting Pollack here:
One nice tradition about this card calls it “the arrows of love.”
Could this be your Mercury Retrograde message? Hmm…
Wishing you good stars and cards xx
I am currently planning my new E-Course, starting October 31st, fingers crossed. My working title for the class: And now we shall bury our dead. A course in… poetry, ritual, and letting go.