If you’ve been wondering why everything is taking about three times longer than it should these days, look to Mars in laconic Taurus, gathering static electricity as it reluctantly scoots toward a showdown with Neptune in Aquarius (July 24) and Saturn in Leo (July 31). Frustrating!
Hereabouts, I’ve been hammering away at various website projects – including a long-delayed redesign of Big Sky Astrology – for weeks now, and it’s hard to see an end in site. It’s one of those running-and-not-getting-anywhere sort of nightmare scenarios. Some days, in fact, it actually feels like I’m moonwalking backwards through time. Tedious!
Meanwhile, this morning found the normally placid Kentian household routine upended by our second annual Mars/Saturn sewer blockage. A doff of the cap to Ramon from Rescue Rooter, who appeared in record time to restore the flow through our drainpipes (unfortunately, while dramatically increasing the flow of cash from our bank account to theirs). Efficient!
The rule of thumb whenever a T-square is building in the sky – two planets in opposition, each squared by a third, and all in signs of the same modality (cardinal, fixed, or mutable) – is that the resulting energy spills into the fourth sign of that modality. And so for the rest of the month, we’ll increasingly find our attention channeled toward Scorpio space – at its best, a quiet and richly creative haven for magic and imagination; on less congenial days, a backup of raw sewage. As always when Scorpio is involved, it’s an especially energetic time for ritual, for laying our tangle of Mars/Saturn/Neptune frustrations at the feet of the Rescue Rooter gods and saying, “I give up on this mess. Why don’t you take it from here?”
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Book news: As an unanticipated benefit of Venus moving through my ninth house, I received a new and (vastly) improved version of the cover art for my book, with quite a lovely illustration. Nice enough to coax me off the ledge and away from the Kleenex box, anyway. It’s anyone’s guess whether this will really be the final cover (especially with Venus about to turn retrograde), but at least there is hope that my humble tome will hit the bookstores wearing sensible clothes. Whew.
