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Mercury Retrograde’s Waterworks

As I write this, I am sobbing uncontrollably because I just rewatched The Best Holiday, which doesn’t get its due as the best weepie of the decade so far. I was moved to watch it because–drum roll please!–Mercury goes retrograde in Pisces today, where it will remain until the 28th. All the usual caveats apply–back up your electronics, buy travel insurance, postpone signing on dotted lines. Since Pisces is ruled by Neptune, the master of illusions and delusions, be patient with miscommunications and confusion of all sorts. But wait, there’s more. With this retrograde taking place in the planet of intuition and deep feelings, we’re all going to be ultra-emotional, especially as tomorrow’s new moon is also in Pisces and Mercury is conjuncting with Chiron, which governs healing and past pain. Kittens, everything’s going to hit us like a ton of bricks. Our soft underbellies will be revealed.

You know what? It’s going to be great, because where ever Mercury drops anchor, we get a crash course in how we communicate in that area of our lives. So we’re all going to get better at expressing our feelings, and learn how to move forward with our hearts,
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not just our heads.

Expect long-delayed conversations with lovers, friends, and family members with whom you have a block. Expect to cry a lot. And expect truly transcendent moments of connection and love when you least expect it. Pisces always brings heart magic, and who doesn’t need more of that?

If you’ve been thinking of scheduling an intuition reading, this is a great time to do so. Mercury retrograde forces us to dig deep, and with Pisces running the show, such soul work can be amazing.

Pardon the Mess, I Live Here

January 18, 2019 in Age Matters, Art Matters, Book Matters, City Matters, Essays, Feminist Matters, Quoth the Raving, Ruby Intuition, Style Matters

I have known K since our late 20s, but we only became solid friends in our 40s. First he had a crush on me and I found him esoteric. Then I had a crush on him and he found me extra. Only now that we’ve outgrown feeling slighted by people who don’t desire us have we become good friends.

It’s the best.

Because we are neighbors, we often meet up for coffee, go on rambling walks, help each other out. We have seen each other through some very hard times–illnesses, deaths, breakups, poverty. Neither of us are out of the woods in that last category, and we talk about how being broke feels different as you get older. Aging is a constant undercurrent of our conversations.

Perhaps I should say overcurrent. Continue Reading →