Last Thursday, the day before our recent solar eclipse, I was eclipsed at the JFK airport.
For the first time in a lifetime of travel, I missed a plane. My jaw slacked a little bit as I was told that my passageway to sunny California for the Queer Astrology conference was shut—and it couldn’t be opened. I had arrived too late, and it was totally my fault. I left the house later than I should have, and then the normally express A train ran local. As I stood at the airline’s customer service desk, I had visions of missing the conference, wasting money paid for the ticket, and, worse, enduring a weekend of snow.
Then I was told that I could catch the next flight out to San Fran two hours later for $50 to ensure my seat rather than fly standby for free. I didn’t hesitate to pass my plastic to “Nichole,” the airline’s customer service desk rep. All permutations of the name “Nicholas” mean “victory,” in honor of the Greek goddess, Nike. (Yeah, the Nike sneaker company knew what the hell they were doing when they took the name. I keep tellin’ y’all, astrology and mythology isn’t for play play!) I had lost two hours, but I was still #winning!
After the shock had worn off and I notified friends expecting me on the Left coast of my changes in plans and planes, I thought about the astrology of what happened. Since I know my chart by heart, I knew that this eclipse, at 29° Pisces, was right on unpredictable Uranus in my chart. As representing a divine spark of individuality in all of us, Uranus teaches us to expect the unexpected and pay attention to what’s happening in the moment, not in our daydreams or day calendars. And so it was.
From the moment I landed in San Fran until the moment I laid my light-headed dome on a pillow that night, each minute eclipsed my knowledge of what to expect next. I kept having to text my San Fran host about my ever-changing plans, and another friend’s GPS, affectionately called Sadie, developed a mind of its own as she shuttled me around town to show me some sights. Alternatively, we would be gloriously lost, and other times, we would hobble together a new route from what she knew, San Fran’s ever-changing traffic-dependent shenanigans, and from what Sadie would glean from her Skynet/satellite powered mind to bark at us.
And for those who know me well, that’s huge. I’m that guy in your life (or not) who won’t take or will miss your unannounced phone calls and won’t be excited about your unannounced drop-bys at my house. I just don’t do “unannounced.” My life has perhaps become too pronounced with carefully planned announcements, so the Divine laughed, out loud, at my control issues with an eclipse. It was wonderful.
Fortunately, I had the good sense to laugh back, then. I’m working on letting more of the unexpected in my life. It’s a struggle, but that’s life. How’s this eclipse going for you? If you don’t happen to know where to expect the eclipse in your own chart, then you can always book a session with me from this site, or come to the Zodiac Lounge to talk with someone there. Nonetheless, I would love to hear from you.