The plane was late. And from the perspective of those who travel, being late is just another word for waiting. Everything important in life arrives, but only if you wait. If you’re in a hurry and refuse to wait, if you rush to “not waste time,” you chase. You chase… and you never quite arrive. For a long time, I was a chaser. It felt like if I stopped, everything would grind to a halt. I moved through life with quick steps, lightly leaping over obstacles like hurdles on a track. I bruised my ankles and feet—my weak spots, like…
Amarcord (or, Jupiter in Cancer whispers: Let it be!)
Deep within us, we all have secret chambers where we store happiness. These treasures are stashed so cleverly, it’s as if we’ve hidden them even from ourselves. Think of that golden day on a picnic, when the grass glowed greener than any emerald we’d see today. Or that one glorious weekend, untouched by parental quarrels, when we stood in awe as Mom and Dad laughed together, their voices entwined, maybe for the first and final time. Years later, the fleeting moment when we clasped hands with the one who made our heart race, pumping blood and urging us to flee…
Stormborn (Here it comes, Mars and Saturn opposition)
I’m on vacation by the sea. The same place, who knows how many times now. Familiar faces greet me, and in the evening, we raise glasses on the pier. We drink whatever’s brought—chilled wine or beer. There’s a lightness when no grand expectations weigh us down. Children race from one end of the village to the other, every adult in this tight-knit community knowing each child’s parents by heart. That, too, brings ease. It’s as if the opposition of Mars and Saturn was waiting for me to notice how everything is falling apart. Because I’m an astrologer, and we astrologers…