Dear Friend and Reader:
What a year it’s been. I’m sure you could think of a few things that haven’t happened, but not many. The past six months have taken us from one full-on burst of astrology to the next.
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Eric Francis in Brussels.
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I can’t offer you the three-week vacation you need, but I can offer some astrological insights about what the astrology of this year has really meant, and about what is on the radar.
So far we have experienced a high-intensity clustering that took us through Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces time; a Venus retrograde from Aries to Pisces; a Saturn-Uranus opposition and the Aquarius conjunction of Jupiter, Chiron and Neptune. I know a lot of you know exactly what I’m talking about, and if you don’t I’ll break it down in plan language for you.
As for what’s coming — a summer of eclipses, followed by Saturn changing signs shortly after.
This overview will be followed by a 12-sign horoscope available in three packages: Aries trough Virgo, Libra through Pisces and all 12 signs.
Thanks for the chance to do this — it’s great to have some extra time to consider the aspects and what they mean for all of us.
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I will end by saying this — we are in a very special time of history. You don’t need to look far to see this, but you do need to take in what your eyes and ears are telling you. And this is only the beginning. I have a feeling the most interesting years of begin an astrologer are before me. It’s good to be with you.
Yours & truly,
Be and Mystes – Happy Birthday!
Thanks for all the great stories, hopes, dreams, wishes, and especially thank you for all of your lovingly shared wisdom.
Your spirit of love will live forever in my heart.
Yeah mystes, I don’t remember if anybody ever asked him if he drank some water! I think it probably was a comfort thing . pain. . .couch . . kid. . .we’ll never know.
You are sooo Cancer! Never give a straight answer, at least not to a personal question like your AGE, for heavens sake.
I wonder what he thought the couch would do for his burning mouth?
Thanks for this, Be, delightful.
And 70 is just the edge of interesting. . .
when people ask my age I sometimes say, 77 . . . (insert 2 seconds here) in 24 years.
Many returns of the day!
M
Likewise. . .good to be with you for the last 5 years Eric. The solar return was more introspective than usual this time. Geez, it takes some getting used to. . .saying “I’m 70 is not exactly the same as BEING 70!. It’s settling in slowly and I’ve almost returned to breathing. Breathing normally, that is.
One of the major acceptances I’m dealing with is acknowledging that, along with my “baby brother” (67 in Sept) it is the near-end of the line for our branch of the family. He has a childless daughter and I have a childless son. Very unlikely to change in that respect. As I’ve considered myself a member of the family of man (shameful though it often is) this reality has not really bothered me.
But on reflection, one thing does bothers me and that is that the stories I heard as a child from my parents about their life, especially their childhood memories, will be lost forever once my brother and I return to the mothership. In lieu of that, I’d like to share a short one my dad would tell at the dinner table whenever we had roast beef:
My dad’s mother would make horseradish sauce from scratch and it would last for some time apparently. One evening, when he was probably about 12 years old, he heaped the horseradish onto his plate to enjoy with his roast beef. As the first bite took a few seconds to register with his tastebuds, he prepared his second bite. Then it hit him . . .fresh horseradish!! He leaped up from the table, ran to the living room and threw himself onto the couch. Except. . .the couch wasn’t there. His mom had re-arranged the furniture that day, and my dad, still howling, hit the wall with a thud. It’s the kind of thing a kid doesn’t forget easily!
That story (he was a Gemini and could really tell a story)would send us into gales of laughter, no matter how many times we heard it. Thanks for giving me this space and a moment to share it with you. be