Spring this year has come on with hallucinatory zeal. Blossom piled on blossom. It’s a dream of flowers here. And this May looks like extended dreamtime.
There’s a seriously funky Mercury Retrograde which will start having its effect right now, today, even though the official Rx does not start until May 19. I can tell you that the troubles I’ve had publishing this page have been, well, trying my patience already.
This Mercury Rx is strengthened because it’s in Gemini, Mercury’s own sign. Now this does mean things can go much weirder than in a common or garden Rx. A big idea to keep in mind is that time itself will bend and warp during this month — hopefully that’s more time in the park and less at the desk ed.— so give yourself plenty of leeway when you’re trying to get to appointments, catch planes or schedule meetings. Write stuff down.
Electronica is likely to go wrong — computers, phones etcetera. Back up.
Communications. You may get the wrong end of the stick — and so may they. Be prepared to explain everything twice, and to make mistakes.
Old friends. Hooray. Up they crop again.
Old enemies. Boo. Here they come to haunt you.
Oh and don’t go buying anything silly.
The good news is that all the things we’re supposed to do in a Merc Rx – edit, revise, index, dig up old friends, meditate, retreat and stop worrying about the schedule, the to-do list and the rules — may go even better than usual.
The answer: acceptance that things may not quite go according to plan, but what happens instead could be kind of cool and interesting. It’s all about taking the long-cut and ending up in Eden.
So this Mercurial confusion arches over the whole of May. But at the same time, there’s a gorgeous week in the middle of the month that’s just so full of sweetness it ripples out in all directions. All signs benefit from this. Maybe we should all just take a month off to smell the flowers.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 116