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Cranky Mars and the Difficult August

On August 3, visiting Mars moved into Cancer, a tourist destination in which the warrior planet is inclined to feel especially cranky – a bit jet-lagged, a tad homesick, with a jangly stomach and an unnerving tendency to burst into tears. Mars is built for arid, inhospitable landscapes; when he ventures to the sandy shores of Cancer’s natural habitat, the result looks less like a quiet, reflective seaside vacation than a recreation of the Normandy invasion…

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Mars transits: 3 ways to botch them

Transiting Mars moved into my first house a few days ago and I’ve been reminded  – as I am every two and a half years – of a few things. First of all, important Mars transits – such as Mars moving into the first or tenth houses, or conjunct its …

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Mars in Sagittarius Refrigerator Poetry

Mars entered Sagittarius last night – and there the warrior planet shall mount his crusade, tilting at windmills astride a fiery steed, through December 7. Are you feeling Mars’ primal vigor colliding with Sagittarius’ good-natured enthusiasm and occasional, exasperating pomp?  Enjoy it; after six weeks of looking warily over your …

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I Survived the August 2010 Cardinal (Anti-)Climax and all I got was this stupid t-shirt

When the Moon entered Cancer and Venus entered Libra on Friday,  the astrological world held its collective breath. These two fast-moving celestial bodies were, we felt, the catalysts that would galvanize the slow-building and long-anticipated cardinal t-square (Jupiter conjunct Uranus, opposed Mars conjunct Saturn, and all of them square Pluto) …

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Mars Rx: Slow and steady. But mostly slow.

As Erin Sullivan points out in her excellent book Retrograde Planets, Mars retrogrades so seldom – only every two and a half years – that its retrogrades take us by surprise. We don’t develop the same practical or spiritual reflexes we have for dealing with, say, Mercury’s retrograde periods, which occur approximately every fifteen minutes. (Okay, more like three times a year, but gah, it does feel like every fifteen minutes, doesn’t it?) So we tend to get caught in a psychosis-inducing loop of work – work – frustration – head banging -throw something – work some more, until we finally hit a brick wall and end up on the sofa in a fetal position, whimpering softly.

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Nine Lives

Our ancient Toyota is at the mechanic’s this week, getting a much-needed tuneup. My husband valiantly resurrected it, Lazarus-like, to begin what must be at least the sixth or seventh of its nine lives; and as you’d expect from a zombie vehicle, it’s running a little rough. Meanwhile, we’ve summoned …

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