The last Mercury retrograde of 2017 begins today, and it’s a doozy. Taking place in wild and crazy Sagittarius, this one is not just about technology and communication going awry. It is about loose lips and sunk ships, because Sagittarius has a tendency to shoot her mouth off and pitch fits in addition to triple axel jumps. As a lady with five planets in Sagittarius, I know of what I speak, but also know we rarely bullshit anyone and are the most entertaining court jesters at every rally. Add in tomorrow’s full moon and Venus, the planet of love and grace, entering Sagittarius, and this weekend is arriving with a bang (and I do mean bang).
During this period, we can learn to express our rage effectively, how to hold counsel, and how to have a blast while everything goes up in flames. Drink a lot of water, go on head-clearing walks, breathe before uttering a word, dance your ya-yas out, and schedule a Ruby Intuition reading when the astral kitchen gets too hot. Because, rest assured, especially if you have Sagittarius, Capricorn, Gemini, or Virgo prominently in your natal chart, that kitchen is going to be on fire this month.
Bottom line: You can back up your electronics, but you can’t back up your heart. It’s best to stand on your head, let those apron strings fly, and accept this ride is going to be all nutty buddies and wacky pageantry. The good news? We’re all in this mermaid parade together. Sending love and somersaults.
Venus in Scorpio, Jupiter in Scorpio, Sun in Scorpio, new moon in Scorpio. With all these planets in the sign of reckoning and power, you can feel the ground shifting beneath your feet even if you don’t believe in astrology. In our individual lives, in our country, in the heavens themselves, what lurks below has been exploding in our faces for months now. But with Scorpio now looming in planets of love and manifestation, identity and emotionality, we’re finally seeing the power balance shift—-to glimpse the fetid core of patriarchy itself. Continue Reading →
Sirenaders, here was my full moon night: I scrubbed and shined and vaccumed the whole house because no one likes a spotless hearth like a Taurus moon and because godfamily is rolling into town and why not make them as welcome as humanly possible? Then I’d thought I’d set the alarm for the automatic drip but set it to brew instead, which meant I had to pour a full carafe into a thermos and set up the coffeemker once again because God forbid I start tomorrow without freshfreshfresh coffee. Then I couldn’t find my boots anywhere and finally went outside to discover they were flung outside my car’s drivers seat door, which also had been flung open all day. “OKAY, full moon,” I said. “I get it. YOU BAR BUSINESS AS USUAL.” In one fluid motion, I stepped into my boots and car, and drove, high beams glaring, Coffee FM* blaring, down the winding, unlit road to the beach. To lean in rather than lean out. To do what I might never get to do again. To pay homage to the beaver moon’s stop-everything-and let-it-go-let-it-go bewitchery right alongside the tide it was changing. Continue Reading →