After awhile our young bride, a little stronger and better rested, emerges into the world to reconnect with her old friends.  But some of those friendships didn’t survive her disappearance.  Some of her single friends are convinced they were right about her dumping them when she got married, and don’t return her calls, while others insist she continue the social pace they enjoyed together when she was single.  Some of her married friends have upped the ante and moved on to having kids, and have no time for her.  Maybe her marriage required her to move a great distance from her ordinary support systems; maybe in making the life-changing transitions of getting married and confronting her past, she has outgrown a lot of her old friends.  Anyway, it seems that everyone has abandoned her at once, and the more she tries to pretend that everything is the way it’s always been, the worse she feels.

One day, while unpacking some boxes, she runs across a short story she had started writing a few years ago, and then set aside when she became engaged.  Reading through it, she starts making some notes in the margins; when she looks up again, she notices that several hours have passed.  She sets the story aside to make dinner – but is excited at the prospect of getting back to it tomorrow.

As with eclipses to Uranus, the ruler of the 11th,  this cycle finds us out of step with those around us.  The crisis lies in rediscovering the 5th house part of ourselves, those creative passions that are more compelling than any dinner party we could go to, and that eventually lead us out to share ourselves with the rest of the world – at which point we naturally attract the friends and associates which are appropriate for us.