The Weekend is relatively quiet (in terms of upset or conflict), offering the chance to take action or make choices that heal, a chance to adjust our thinking so that it brings maximum empowerment, and brings results from being innovative, spontaneous, or ‘ourselves’ that are distinctly ‘profitable’ (in all senses of the word). All we have to do is acknowledge those things within our material environment that we have been ignoring, denying, or that have fostered rage, and while accepting that the past can’t be altered, seeing the future is still ours to shape as we will (Saturday Pluto perfects a trine to the NN/ sxt to SN, while on Sunday Saturn nov Black Moon Lilith, Mars trines Chiron, Venus sxt Uranus, Merc enters Gemini and qnx Juno)

The word image for the 11th is a hen. Chickens are a particularly productive and useful (from a human point of view) creature, but we don’t always treat them respectfully. Aside from often raising them in deplorable conditions and eating them (which is really the ultimate disrespect, isn’t it? though maybe it’s worse that we feed them to each other, forcing them to become cannibals, a completely unnatural state for them), we talk about a coward (or goad someone who’s not a coward, but whom we’d like to control) by calling them ‘chicken’, we ‘play chicken’ by driving or running straight toward someone else, daring them to veer away, we talk about someone being ‘mad as a wet hen’, meaning they are totally upset but also unable to effectively address what disturbs them, and we describe as ‘henpecked’ those who allow a woman to have a greater say in their lives than they do. It’s likely you’ll have some sort of visceral response to at least one of these hen-related concepts; look at what it tells you about a personal ‘sore spot’, and watch for the chicken as a symbol, alerting you or showing you a synchronous moment, throughout the day.

The word image for the 12th: imagine yourself on a bench at the park on a lovely, breezy day. A piece of paper dances in the air and then flies toward you, catching on your leg. You pick it up; what does it say? This exact scenario happened to someone I know. The paper was the last page of a letter describing the estrangement between two lovers; it ended with the sentence, ‘Why are we still fighting?’ Your paper may say something else, or you may resonate to that closing sentence, concerning something important to you over which you’ve experienced conflict, and why that conflict is still going on.

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