We are now at the end of day 33 of the federal government shutdown. I am taking this too personally. It’s making me nervous. I feel like the character Tweak in a South Park episode from a couple of years ago, who was freaked out over the Korean nuclear missile thing between Trump and Kim Jong-un.
I was having breakfast with a friend in Woodstock this morning, notebook out, pencil in hand, trying to think of an appropriate title to tonight’s article. “They Must Be F***ing Kidding” kept coming to mind.
Saturday’s New Moon in Capricorn also happens to be a partial solar eclipse, and it appears to indicate significant astrological support for your New Year’s resolutions, intentions and the setting of new patterns.
We end this remarkable year with Mars conjunct Chiron in Pisces: an aspect of our times. This is an invitation to look a little more deeply at the question of what maleness is, what it means to be a man, and the nature of this endlessly fascinating thing we call the “warrior.”
We’re now at the southern solstice: the beginning of winter here in the Northern Hemisphere, measured by the Sun’s ingress into Capricorn, which occurs Friday. The Capricorn solstice is one of the things that awakened me to astrology.
We are in the midst of Mercury stationing direct, Mars conjunct Neptune and the Sagittarius New Moon (square Mars and Neptune). That is some thick astrology in the midst of a rare moment, within personal contexts and global ones.