Squished Bread, Scrambled Eggs, and Mercury in Retrograde

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .

Mercury’s in retrograde again. That comes too often, doesn’t it? Revisits and relooks and problems with communication, transportation, and computers.

The Long-Awaited Honest-to-God Secret to Being Happy

Some things have shifted around this past week. It reminds me of throwing groceries in the back of the car and getting home to find that they’ve settled a bit differently with the twists and turns of the ride. The carnations and lilies are on top, upright now after sliding across the bags of food, but the bread is under the jugs of organic milk and glucosamine-laced OJ.

Yes, I skipped lunch to prepare for a briefing; hence, the food-related analogies.

I’d had the feeling last week of not-so-good things for the Ten of Pents’ career, but that doesn’t feel dark anymore. I haven’t done any magick for him—I don’t have permission—so maybe it was just wishing good things for him or maybe something happened to make him change his course, but it feels as if any foul has been averted. I’m glad for that and I’ll consider it to be an uprighting of carnations and lilies, and be at peace with it.

The bread under the milk and OJ, though, that’s a new concern with several non-romantic relationships, both mine and those around me. Each one has been a slight concern since back in the winter, but they’ve all shifted abruptly over the last week.

This is when it occurs to me that the carton of eggs so carefully placed on top…is now under the 50-pound bag of dog food and something’s dripping from bumper.


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