June 11, 2007

• Mercury Might As Well Be Retrograde

  Since the middle of last week, Mercury’s apparent motion might be compared to crawling through molasses… cold molasses.  I’m feeling it particularly keenly (if anything about me can be said to be “keen” at such a time) because this retrograde station is activating the stellia in my natal chart that I call my curse-blessing, or intensity, pattern.  (My chart is here.)

  The station, exact this Friday in the afternoon and evening across North America,  at 11°35′ Cancer, is conjunct my natal Saturn; semi-sextile Pluto and Uranus (right on the midpoint of my Gemini Uranus/Leo Pluto sextile); sextile my Mercury/Jupiter conjunction in Virgo, which straddles the 9th house cusp; square my Libra Moon-Mars-Midheaven conjunction; and making a minor, bilien (75°), aspect with my Sun/Chiron combust conjunction in Virgo in the 9th.  That bilien is supposed to be related to malice, treachery, passion or grief.  If I get to choose, I’ll take the passion.

  This explains the general sense of exhilaration I’ve been experiencing, ’cause if intensity doesn’t come my way, I find a way to create some.  In this lifetime, challenge is what it is all about.  The Mercury station also helps me get a handle on the oddball ways I have been communicating and expressing my creativity lately.  There was all that stuff about maggots and dead moose.  That’s oddball.  I admit it.  But that’s not all.  This morning, before I was out of bed, I wrote a poem.  I have written maybe half a dozen poems in the past thirty years.  Prose is my medium.

  Ready or not, here it comes:

  Light Workers stumbling around in the dark;
  Trekkers exploring a small city park;
  Tweekers believing in brain chemistry;
  Seekers receiving the Word from TV;
  Everyone’s going to Hell on a sled,
  Nobody knowing his arse from his head.

  I jotted down a draft on the scratchpad by my bed.  Reading it over, it sounded to me like I’d been channeling Dorothy Parker on a bent frequency, so I decided to title it, With Apologies to Dorothy Parker.

  Something else:  my favorite images among my recent photographs look like my digital camera is channeling Georgia O’Keefe — bones, big flowers, images subtly suggestive of genitalia….

  Some of hers:

  

  Some of mine:
  
   

  JadedFey, one of my favorite Geminis, had a birthday yesterday.  I know how she feels about Mercury retrograde:  dreads it, hates it, barely endures it.  One of my favorite astrologers, Rich Humbert, was born during Mercury retrograde, and these are the times when life tends to hum along just tickety-boo for him (he says… so I wonder why this week’s Celestial Weather Report is late).  How it affects individuals depends on each person’s natal horoscope.  How’s it going for you?

  P.S.  One of my recent images, rosepetal 1270×953, might be suitable for a background.  You are welcome to use it.

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