In the last two weeks I’ve watched several friends’ years-long relationships fall apart, the US government shoot itself in the foot (again), the Irish government shoot itself in the foot, the US military shoot everyone in the foot… I’ve also been questioning my stamina to keep at it in the publishing world. I guess that was a little obvious in my last post, too, which blows since writing is pretty much been a lifetime identity. I really didn’t sign on to moan, but my point is, it’s tough times. I’m no master of astrology, but there’s some jacked up shit afoot. Not only are we in the midst of some heavy shifting under Chiron–the wounded healer who puts total focus on your deepest soul wounds that are seeking light, but in early 2011 we also are moving into Mercury Retrograde–the time NOT to finalize contracts, for those of you wandering, and the square of Uranus in Aries to Pluto in Capricorn–an aspect that hasn’t happened since the 60s.
Let me say that again: an astrological aspect that hasn’t happened since the 60s, the era of the upheaval of all. So if TSAs, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, a gajillion unemployed people approaching the holidays, and almost every Euro-toting country except Germany going bankrupt aren’t indicators to get your personal ducks in a row, I don’t know what is. A really wise woman told me some time back, ‘what you know needs changing and don’t the Universe will, with a crowbar.” That’s now.
My holiday wish for everyone is that we stay ahead of the game, keep our hearts open, and that we have really linear ducks.