Realization sinking in: my Uranus return, the first and only one in my life (unless I remain in this body until it is still kicking at age 168!) is MOSTLY what my current, and seemingly growing jitteriness, my instant, continuous distraction, my run-away mind is about.
(Oh, and it just happens to be occurring during two other rare and extremely important outer planet transits: the Saturn/Neptune conjunction in Aries exactly upon my root point IC, where it exactly opposes natal Neptune at 2° Libra, and the MC; plus: transit Pluto in Aquarius nearing opposition to natal Pluto in Leo — both these positions again, for the first and only time in my very long life.
Uranus, planet of eruptions, volatility, recently moved into airy mental (at least) two-minded Gemini, and is therefore contacting my natal Uranus, at 1°36 Gemini, for the very first and only time.
Like two sharp electrified wires, fused.
No wonder I feel internally “crazy!” Though thoroughly conditioned into Catholicism as a child, in my 20s I broke out of normieland. However, now I’m some kind of outrageous Freak! Thank goodness for “awareness,” — continuous, moment by moment, cultivation of a. doubled consciousness, which I have been practicing forever. Was it Krishnamurti that started me on this path? I have no idea.
Right now such “awareness” is touch-and-go. I’m learning to be actually grateful for the flea problem, as it forces me to remain grounded into the itty bitty, despite natural tendency to simply lift off and fly through space forever.
I feel for those who must personally interact with me right now on a daily basis.
Here’s what we’re up to today: paralyzed and nerve damaged son Colin Cudmore, inventor of the Garden Tower, will be visiting briefly in a few minutes to decide what to keep (very little) and what to let us decide what to do with as he begins the process of moving into his new apartment from the nursing home. (The actual move on August 9th, Saturday, with five big strong male friends helping). I’ve written posts nearly every day on Colin’s Job-like endurance journey, starting back when it first began, on August 16, 2023, almost exactly two years ago (a Mars cycle) —which happened to be the very month when transit Uranus in Taurus hit my natal 23° Taurus Moon, which governs, among other things, children and mothering. Taurus enables grounding for one such as my mostly fiery/airy self.
During these years (seven years altogether) Uranus was in Taurus, extreme turbulence on the material plane. Yes, of Colin’s very body (aortic dissection, from which he was supposed to die), and my continuing emotional reaction and response.
During those two years, and ongoing still, I have written nearly daily posts about his astonishing, inspirational journey; with natal Uranus/Saturn widely conjunct in Gemini and Uranus itself exactly opposed to Mars in Sagittarius, this is the way I tend to heal; by writing down what I’m thinking and feeling.
Today’s Temporary Rollway
