Today is the first day of March, which proverbially comes in like a lion, though at this point in meteorological history there is no way we can count on a lamb-like departure. Andy has been warning me that the current spell of Mercury in retrograde motion is going to be particularly bad for Virgos – as if there was something I could do with that other than panic and expect the worst – but I’ve seen some astrological feeds warning that with a Virgo’s typical carefulness and deliberate consideration, it’s the people around us who should be worried. Expecting and preparing for the worst is generally my baseline anyway, so where’s the bother? I don’t want any trouble, but trouble loves to find me like I’m some unwilling participant in a game of hide-and-seek. Trouble should know by now I’m rather adept at hiding.
When I used to play hide-and-seek as a kid there were times the others never found me. And sometimes, even when they yelled about oxen and income for free (signaling the end of the game) I’d stay hidden until the light drained from the sky and the screams faded into the distance.
Our last month of winter dovetails with the beginning of spring – March straddling both with an element of unease – and it’s usually one of the more emotionally-charged times of the year. Coinciding with the upcoming full moon and lunar eclipse in Virgo, this puts us on a dangerous trajectory indeed. All I can do is meditate, see my therapist, and try not to hurt or get hurt in the process. Being a little more careful is about the only extra effort I can muster – staying within prescribed speed limits, not losing my shit at work, holding my tongue when ex-in-laws drag my family name through their self-created mud – you know, the usual routine. The confines of decent human behavior – the sort of thing that never held much interest or allure for me, but that has proven to be the easier path for those of us smart enough to simply suck it up.
And so I shall endeavor to be a good boy as I put on the mantle of March – saving my lilac fury for spring, when I shall eat the white chocolate lamb before it even gets to bleat.
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