Ran into an old friend. She reminded me of the delicate story.
“Yeah, it was funny, that West Texas twang, ‘delicate,’ oh yeah, that’s Kramer.” (Pisces)
Some old friends, some new friends. Another weekend in Austin, when, to be honest, the weather was perfect, albeit a slightly cool for a Texas summer, and thereby, business was a little slower, but then, that’s to be expected.
Since I looked at a lot of charts, let me explain what I kept seeing: Mercury, retrograde, at the time, at 7 degrees of Virgo. Mars, moving forward, at two degrees, headed straight for that same point where Mercury would be coming in backward motion, all relative to where we sit here in Austin. It’s not like that little alignment isn’t bad enough, not really visible, but wait! There’s more! See, or you can’t see it unless you’re using a telescope, over yonder in Pisces (that’s the sign which is opposite Virgo, you know) is Uranus. Poking along at about five degrees. So Mars, moving one way, stirring up Mercury, moving another way, being opposed by Uranus, all means that there’s a storm brewing.
I was thinking more along the lines of astrological storms because my work deals with people and individual charts rather than global events, but the global psyche is, according to what I’m seeing, a little off.
Now, I can write it all off to ‘Mercury being retrograde,” but that’s just a verbal excuse, because mixing Mars and Uranus into the fray means that the individuals all tend to be a little short tempered.
There’s a manic swing that seems to accompany this sort of transition and what the planets do. One minute? Elation. The next? Dire despair.
The sun being in Leo, along with the moon, yeah, that too, doesn’t help. Great time to enjoy the dark of the moon. Would be a good day to fish, I suppose.
It’s going to be one for the record books, that’s for sure.
