Let Love In

My nephew ran at me yesterday with a joyful cry of “Auntie!!!” and jumped into my arms for one of his patented silent hugs that go on so long he has to shift his head and burrow it into the other side of my neck to stay comfortable.  I could live in that hug, just rocking him back and forth.  I’m there right now, and let me tell you, you guys, it makes everything better.  Yeah, yeah, eclipse season, yeah yeah, Mercury retrograde, whatever.

Every night I text my little girl, Beth, (she’s not really a little girl, but she will always be so to me!) five things I’m grateful for, and last night, among other things, I texted her about T’s hug.  You know what she wrote back? “life IS beautiful!  It sounds as though today was one of those magical moments when the stars aligned and you were able to truly witness and take in how loved and genuinely cherished you are.”  I didn’t see it that way until she wrote it, and when I first read what she’d written I balked.  Surely T’s hugs aren’t about me, surely they’re about how great he is!

But waking up this morning and I can see she is right!  Here she was, telling me she loved me and that she was happy I was feeling loved and my first impulse was to reject what she was saying.  It’s like she handed me the best, most beautifully wrapped present with everything I’d ever wanted inside and I just waved her off, saying, “no really, I couldn’t!”  WHAT WAS I THINKING?!

Don’t do that, you guys!!  It’s every bit as important to let others love you as it is to love them. Love is not some puny, selfish, grasping thing that sucks up all the light and leaves us gasping on the sand like beached whales.  Love expands, love embraces, love includes.  There’s enough for everybody.

So let love in, my little Winter Squashes!!  I’m gonna.

Wonderful World Compendium: Mercury Retrograde edition

Himalyan Wildflower

Oh yes, my dumpling darlings, it’s Mercury retrograde season again!!  I, for one, am distinctly not up for it, not today, anyway.  And I’m one of those astrologers who falls firmly in the camp of “who cares?” despite my stock trader auntie who SWEARS her number columns don’t add up right when it hits, and my friend, Dusty, who calls it “Mercury in Butthead.”  The words and numbers in MY head rarely line up anyway so retrogrades generally suit me.

But today I’ve got a ton of stuff to do and no time to smell the roses or the wildflowers or do any navel gazing, so honestly, I’m just peeved.  This particular retrograde got kicked off by an eclipse last Friday, is going through Scorpio with Saturn, and is generally, by all accounts going to be a bit of scorcher.  In short, pay close attention to anything you’ve not been paying close attention to, despite knowing that you’ve been needing to.  This is no time to get sloppy.

Here’s what some of my favorite astrologers have to say on the subject:

Chani Nicholas with few pithy words on last weeks eclipse, with some encouragement for those of us feeling a bit feisty or aggravated by it.

Frederick Woodruff  for some soul searching inspiration on how to manage our stabby feelings stirred up by last weeks eclipse.  Key takeaway: “Ignited by a full moon in Aries, the Libra sun leans towards warfare in the name of truth and beauty…” Frederick, as per usual, you’ve got my number!

And finally, Barry Perlman with some hardcore advice on how to handle this particular Mercury retrograde. (also check out what he has to say about this eclipse season, since it includes sage advice like urging us to “own… our shit and not pointlessly roll… around in it.”  HAHA Good advice, Barry, I’ll do my best!

I’ll see you on the other side, little tomatoes!