Befitting its tempestuous nature, Mercury refuses to leave retrograde without a battle, and as I write this the skies overhead have let loose with a torrent of rain, and the air is filled with the rolling rumble of thunder. This spell of Mercury in retrograde was as zany and chaotic as ever, but going into it with the expectation of such disruptiveness made it more manageable and, dare I anger the gods, even exciting. After a year of doldrums and dullsville, we could stand some excitement.
That said, I’m glad it’s come to a close. As I sit at the desk in our attic loft, I listen to the rain and thunder and feel cozily ensconced away from the riot of the outside world. This space will be a welcome escape when things turn cold and dark again come fall, and imprinting happy memories and peaceful notions into its physical realm will enhance the coziness. On this evening, it is an ideal location for riding out the first summer thunderstorm.
