My Bodega: Saturn Retrograde 3rd House (Part Two)

So I went outside to ponder the direction of the blog and of course 🙂 all I could think about was Saturn.


I am middle-aged. Even my cats are middle-aged.

Where did the time go? You sure they aren’t kittens still, doc?

(And I can hear my friend Jim a.k.a. House Virgo say to me:  you are NOT middle aged, you are in your PRIME.)

There’s so much more to do. That’s always how I feel. I have a STRIVING chart. Lots of squares.

This morning at the vet’s office I overheard one of the technicians asking a client to sign a form, a DNR form. If that’s what they wanted. Which made me question what I would do. If I go ahead with Goldy’s teeth cleaning this spring. If he “died” on the table, would I want them to try to bring him back?

My awareness of death is intense; it’s hard to imagine not being here. I think I’d still hover in one form or another.

Saturn retrograde has given me, already, ponderous mind. Saturn in Scorpio through the 3rd: thinking about death. Saturn retrograde, actually, is reminding me of the very beginning of Saturn in Scorpio. Not just a thud. A thump, a thunk.


Some folks, in response to my query, were telling me they like my bodega stories 🙂 I have a poem about the bodega (actually the one I used to live near) but I didn’t publish that poem on the blog since it will be published elsewhere but I can tell you this: the bodega is best when it’s empty and when the music is good, old-school Latin.

Most of the time the coffee is good. I take a Splenda and some condensed milk or evaporated milk or whatever the hell it is. All I know is that it’s in a can. The cups are styrofoam and the lids sometimes don’t have that perforated edge. You have to tear it yourself. I usually only have half a cup and still pay 75 cents. I’m not sure why I do this.

This story is a Pisces story, in case you were wondering where I’m going with this. I’ve got Neptune natally in my 3rd House (immediate environment, neighborhood, the way I write) and I always need a neighborhood something to call home, no matter the quality.

The bodega, the Chinese take-out next door… Neptune in the 3rd House can make even the smallest of journeys — to the backyard to smoke a cigarette for example — the most spiritual of journeys. As above so below at the bodega. God in the details. God at the bodega. Did I mention the collection of colorful candles with those pictures of the Saints?

Real Men exist at the bodega. Men of honor. They will reach way up high to the top top top shelf for you (yes, two rolls of Scott tissue please) even if they can’t find that long black grabby thing — they will somehow push the item off the shelf into your arms. Not all stores are like this of course. Stores are filled with the sullen. But not my bodega.

So the Saturn transit (retrograde) is a journey back back back into my 3rd House, a physical and spiritual journey and just realizing now that the friend I will be visiting soon is a very old friend, from school days (3rd House).


I know you are thinking about your Saturn retrograde transit too, even on Day One. You don’t need me to remind you. You don’t even need me to remind you of the link, the trine, between your Scorpio house and your Pisces house.

No homework for you today. You must rest.


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