Here at Planet Waves we do our best to demystify the movements of the planets. Eric and all the wonderful writers work to break down and dissect everything that could happen to you during all phases of the big and the personal planets, especially Mercury retrogrades.
In our fast-moving days of ever-expanding technology and even faster moving social and cultural change, giving sage words of advice to calm our otherwise well-earned anxiousness whenever a retrograde approaches is a necessary public service by Planet Waves.
With that in mind, as a 12th-house Aquarian with a 3rd-house Gemini Moon and an 8th-house Neptune in Libra, I am not just happy, but ecstatic (no make that FREAKING ecstatic) to say that this year — 2015, the year of Mercury retrogrades in air signs — a.k.a. my year in retrograde Inferno (as in, the Dante kind) is almost o-v-e-r.
2015 began calmly enough. I started rehearsals on our new work the 24th of January during the storm after the Mercury station. We were working on a piece of choreography involving chairs. The move was to do a series of three light lunges while sitting on a chair with our hips squared towards the front of the stage.
Simple enough the first time. Nailed it, in fact. Then came the second time. The third time. The fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth time. By around the tenth time, standing up for a break, my knee was so out of joint I had to favor my other leg to walk off the stage.
Waking the next morning in excruciating pain that ice and arnica treatments could not abate, I stayed in from work, physically unable to take the 20 stairs down from my apartment to leave the house. By around the third day of limping around in agony, I managed to get to Kaiser Hospital where my doctor gave my knee a cortisone shot. It made the inflammation go down enough so that by my birthday on Feb. 1, I could walk with my family as planned from the restaurant in Chinatown where we had my birthday dinner to a small nightclub in North Beach.
But Mercury retrograde (with the help of Mars) was not through with my body yet. Oh no. After three weeks of rehearsal, in late February, the post-retrograde shadow phase in Aquarius, I noticed a deep stinging pain in the back of my head and a throbbing in my forehead, which I incorrectly diagnosed as hay fever. Three advice calls, two doctors and four days later, I developed a rash on the right side of my forehead which grew increasingly worse. “Please,” I thought, “don’t let it be shingles.”
“It’s shingles.” The Kaiser doctor said, as she looked not only at my head but at my eyelid, which was starting to swell. “Luckily, it doesn’t look like it’s in the eye. But I’m scheduling you for an eye exam just in case.”
I sat down to make a few phone calls. The first to my director, asking for a week off to recover and not infect anyone. The next call was to my acupuncturist, whose advice (and this journey) I covered in an earlier article.
With that first retro in Aquarius behind me, I was working hard on taking better care of myself. Getting enough sleep was a priority, as well as taking better care of my knee. All spring and the approaching summer was kind and full of promise as I returned to health. Our NBA team, the Warriors, were in the playoffs. My city was happy. My neighborhood was happy. I woke up the morning of June 5 to find that, despite Mercury in retro phase in Gemini, we had clinched our spot in the NBA finals. I was almost skipping to my car parked a few doors down from the house when I noticed my car’s curbside wheels were on the sidewalk.
Slowly approaching the car, I walked around to its other side. The entire front fender had been totally smashed. My car was totaled. And not only my car, but two other cars parked behind mine were completely crunched. All three of our cars had small white envelopes from Oakland Police. Inside was a notice of accident and an accident report number.
Some neighbors gathered around me. “Is this your car? Oh my God, there was a BIG sound of a crash at 6:00 this morning! It was so loud we woke up and went downstairs to look. There were ten police cars here this morning. The driver of the car that hit yours was going so fast his car completely flipped over.”
Apparently someone else had also enjoyed the Warriors win quite well the night before. By a miracle, he came out alive. But I don’t think his parents were all too pleased to have their insurance pay for my new car.
Are you with me still? I am writing all of this to get to our current week with Mercury retrograde in Libra, which I will call “My Struggle with Passwords” — or its actual working title: “How to Manage iOs Upgrades on Your Devices and Not Screw Yourself Out of Your Primary Email Account.”
If that doesn’t state the problem I am having during this Mercury storm phase, then completely mixing up the date of the first Democratic debate — and telling everyone to check them out Oct. 6 when they are on Oct. 13 — should tell you what part of my life is currently getting Merc-jacked.
If it were me and I had control over the galaxy, I would postpone 2015 and its three retrogrades in air signs altogether and wait for a better time for planet Earth to make its re-appearance back on its orbit around the Sun. Why not? The BBC postpones new episodes of “Sherlock” for long, endless years to accommodate Mr. Cumberbatch’s schedule — maddening for the rest of us, but great for him.
I know. Having control over the galaxy and our orbiting planets is above my pay grade. And really, these retrogrades have schooled me in slowing down, being careful, staying flexible in the midst of shocking reverses and, well, just paying closer attention.
But still I am elated the finish line is near. The end of this current retrograde in Libra and this year of retrogrades in air signs is in sight. With all homage to the great Dante, its been a helluva year. So far. What’s that you say, Len? There’s another retrograde in Aquarius in January 2016?
Lord love a duck.