Well, the Sun moved from Taurus to Gemini last Thursday.

I have only now been able to get a post out about it.

Could it be due the fact the newly ingressed Sun immediately opposed Sagittarius Saturn Rx (delays and frustration) after his transition? Or could it be the havoc Gemini Mercury Retrograde is having on my already precarious internet connectivity grip here at my current location?

Anyway.

The Sun has now joined Mercury, Gemini’s ruler, and Mars in the third sector of the zodiac.

Mutable Air. An intellectual sign, whose sigil is the Twins—Castor and Pollux.

There is a duality to all the Air signs and our Gemini is characterised as literally two people. Castor is the earth bound brother, while Pollux is the deified immortal. Things will take on this biformity as the solar month continues. It will be hard to miss.

Also, hard to miss is the resurgence of Gemini’s shiny—ah, let me explain.

Lovers of astrology know every sign has a “shiny”—that thing which simply, unfailingly, lights their kind ablaze.

And Gemini’s shiny is WORDS. Lovely alphabets arranged to make glorious language.

For the last few weeks, I have been struck with how old words appear reborn in their power and strength, while other, strange, unknown words manifest from nowhere as if I am witnessing the creation of a neonatal galaxy.

prescient

graft

recuse

bold

compelling

grit

screed

pivot

aggrevate/mitigate

weatherworn

engaging

feral

paladin

on and on and on . . .

Like diamonds beaconing from the ruinous dirt.

Gemini! Yeah.

Lona