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Gemini season has arrived and brought with it one thousand tiny threats, and a few treats for good measure. In the mutable air of the twins, we are forced to hold contradictions. Simultaneous experiences that run the gamut from torture to bliss.

For instance, summer is beautiful here in the Rio Grande valley. Our little corner of Rio Arriba County is ripe with fruit trees, alfalfa, and kitchen vegetables. Wild and cultivated roses dot every fence line. Fat earthworms wriggle and squirm with every fistful of dirt displaced. Though much of New Mexico is struggling under drought conditions, heavily reliant upon snow pack to supplement the seasonal monsoons, this particular patch is fed by an irrigation ditch that pulls directly from the Rio Grande. The water table is high and the soil is loamy and fertile. Things just want to grow here.

Water is Life is the English translation of a Lakota phrase: “Mní wičhóni”. It adorns bumper stickers across the state, and is certainly true. Of course, nature doesn’t red-line districts. All life prospers here in this valley.

Alongside the abundance of wildflowers and apples are Siberian Elms, Russian Olives, and a whole host of other so-called ‘invasive species’. I want to hold this lightly, as it is clear that these are non-native plants but aren’t I, too? Who am I to judge what is thriving in this place it was not meant to be? Still, they are a formidable force, and the source of much consternation and futile efforts at containment and eradication.

Every year, the utility company pulls up with a cherry picker and a handful of workers in yellow vests and hardhats, going at last year’s growth with chainsaws and an enormous mulcher. And every year, they grow back—hydras spawning from single trunks.

But that’s not all: bindweed, wild licorice, burdock, ragweed, and cheat grass all thrive here, too. They will swallow any patch left untended, particularly if they’ve gotten any taste of water. Virginia creepers and grape vines snake their way through the orchard, completely consuming the apple and pear trees if left to their own devices.

The taller the grass, the happier the root systems of the orchard trees, but they are not the only ones rejoicing. All this water and greenery brings red ants, mosquitoes, flea beetles, and aphids bearing down as soon as the nights warm. Golden hour is particularly treacherous, as clouds of mosquitoes descend just seconds after we lift the latch on the dog pen and venture into the orchard. They dive and bite when we wade through the bosque to cool off in the river. Coddling moths nestle into the apple drop from the year before and emerge in early June, eager to wriggle into the budding fruit.

We have birds galore, a straggling coyote, and a very cute family of skunks. Everybody eats, from crab apples to black walnuts to black oil sunflower seed. But this also brings squirrels, who lure our neighbors dogs into an old corrugated steel shed a few hundred yards from the house, where they nip and howl and shit. They get into the engine blocks of our vehicles and chew through cables. We have gophers, too, who aerate the soil and help spread irrigation to high spots, but also have a taste for young saplings and their roots.

Every beautiful thing, every bit of peace and pleasure to be found here, must be doggedly defended against entropy. We love the white line sphinx moths that visit Jennye’s Datura blooms, but they are born of tomato horn worms. What is the proper proportion of sacrifice? What must we feed the gods to ensure our own good fortune?

The dog’s pen has become a veritable minefield. Remember those foxtails I mentioned in passing? Well, it turns out the Reddit threads are right. Two vet trips and a minor surgery later, and Jennye and I are now taking turns hand pulling them from the dog pen— which we recently expanded— and using a shop vac to suck up the remaining seed drops. There is now a small mountain of contractor bags full of these tiny lawn darts that perniciously burrow into paw pads and ear cavities, which will require another dump run, and will unfortunately cause more methane in the atmosphere. But what are the other options? Pass this problem down the line for another farmer or pet owner? Break the burn ban to incinerate them?

The same evolutionary edge that has made these seeds so good at planting themselves in the soil creates a formidable and pervasive enemy for pets and other animals. Soft flesh gives way much more easily than dry packed dirt. Horror stories tell of them burrowing into blood vessels or internal organs, surgeries costing thousands and near death experiences. One friend of Jennye’s told of a dog developing PICA and eating them, quietly creating a hairball like mass of them in their stomach that had to be removed under anesthesia.

“I’ve found them in every orifice. Every orifice,” our vet quipped as Pluto whined and panted her way through her second vet visit in 6 days. Echo was in even sorrier shape, yelping at every kitten and puppy that popped up in ads for free vaccinations or spay/neuter clinics on the flat screen TV in the exam room.

Now every dog bathroom break requires a full examination of paw pads and the webbed fur between the toes. Every bit of excitement for Echo and Pluto is now paired with some discomfort and our searching fingers, spreading and pinching and needling them.

These conditions demand vigilance and acceptance, which are also hard to hold at once. A big hill to climb and slide down and climb again. It is so exhausting to be so poised to identify and neutralize threats that perhaps that enables a kind of surrender, but it is neither blissful nor relieving.

The work itself is mind numbing and uncomfortable. Backs and fingers ache from hunching and pulling. We cannot stop but we don’t know if we’ll ever finish. And all of this is fit into the cracks between the larger responsibilities. Our small businesses to run, meals to make, chores to tend, and perhaps even little pleasures to pursue. There is not a minute unaccounted for, besides the ninety or so between dinner and bed, when we take turns on the heated crystal mat and let our brains melt out of our ears with some high or low brow entertainment projected on the wall. When Pluto is free from her cone and heaves her big warm body gratefully against one of us and Echo nuzzles into the armpit of the other, perhaps after giving a demanding swipe to the shoulder of an arm that is too close to a body for him to snuggle in.

There can be a certain slippery nature to Gemini energy and I think some of it is tied to their ease of acceptance of paradox. Remember that mutable signs are known as ‘dual-bodied’, and, in tropical astrology, mark the periods of time that move between seasons. Transitions are points of merging and emergence, moments that require alchemy, that make visible what is always morphing, shifting, moving, anticipating, responding, growing, shrinking, living, and dying. What is Gemini if not an energy of connection? Here we have an insatiable thirst for information, with an abundance of tolerance for variance and incongruence. As soon as we begin to judge or refute something, our curiosity shrinks. There is some requirement to be open to all iterations if we wish to keep receiving transmissions.

Though known as the twins, the symbol of Gemini is two pillars, perhaps holding some threshold, a doorway into a place of initiation. In the tarot, the High Priestess is often depicted between these pillars, guarding the egress. The very contradictions that make us so uncomfortable may well be the glue holding it all together; the doorway to the other side. Libra wants to balance these relationships, seeking symmetry. All Gemini cares to do is connect the dots. The steward of mutable air is tied to relationships that are built on proximity or necessity. Neighbors, siblings, schoolmates. Those we are thrust into familiarity with. Libra gives choice in the form of partnerships and contracts. Aquarius attempts to create a larger order, to anticipate and interpret patterns, and thus provide a village. Ideally, this is a constellation of relationships wherein each offers what they have in abundance, and receives what they need in exchange.

That is not what’s happening right now on this place called Earth. But it does offer some model, some map that we might grope towards even as we are confronted with the this current moment.

And what of this moment? This relentlessness, this terror, this violent cacophony with bursts of absurdity peppered throughout. The strong men are as cartoonish and predictable as they are stupid and cruel. How are we meant to hold ourselves responsible and accountable when there appear to be no true mechanisms for justice on the larger scale? How do we stay informed while being intentional with our attention? How do we accept some degree of futility while remaining diligent? Is it as simple as following the thread, of seeing whats on the other end of the line? Is this what forms the relationships between the Mercurial and the Jupiterian, the micro and the macro? Is optimism what happens when you start getting curious about pessimism? Is gratitude what occurs when you begin to question despair?

There is some riddle here and I don’t think I know the answer, but I believe that Gemini does. Not one person, but the energy, and the invitation we are receiving from Uranus’ travel through the sign and the Solar consciousness we are having access to with the Sun here, too. There is something about prodding and poking and joking and questioning and holding things ever so lightly. Of asking “But why?” Of not being afraid to learn something that might change our minds. Of letting things be more than one thing at one time. Of not worrying so much about rigid definition and instead asking for more nuance, more variety, more options, more flavors. Of getting a little bit messier and a lot more curious.

Everything is impossible and terrible and the sun keeps coming up. The work will never be finished but I will never be bored. The mosquitoes are here but so are my neighbor’s cherries. Our beloved hounds cause the greatest comfort and the most anxiety of any relationship I’m currently in. The list goes on—nearly everything is included, every pleasure sewn to some pain like Peter Pan’s shadow. Every luxury revealing some poverty. Every minute of rest requiring some labor. Every birth a death. Every relationship a future estrangement. They come together, some times at once, some times with decades between them. But there is always a price, always another side to things. There are always strings attached. You cannot trade one for another; you must take both. Do you see?

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Welcome to Gemini season! You can find your audio horoscopes below. Please share them widely!

• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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• 5/20: Sun Enters Gemini

• 5/22: Sun conjunct Uranus @ 1°Gemini

• 5/25: Mars in Taurus squares Pluto in Aquarius @ 5°

• 5/31: Full Moon in Sagittarius @ 9°

• 6/1: Mercury Enters Cancer

• 6/9: Venus/Jupiter Conjunction @ 25° Cancer

• 6/13: Venus enters Leo

• 6/14: New Moon in Gemini @ 24°

• 6/19: Chiron enters Taurus

• 6/21: Sun enters Cancer

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Now is the time of tedium here at the orchard. To be frank, that ‘now’ is pretty much always. But more specifically, we are starting the bulk of Jennye’s medicinal garden over again. Like most beginnings, this requires shaking off some inertia and plugging away at various tasks and chores that require a whole lot of stamina and a touch of masochism.

We crawled out of a hell hole last January and landed here in Velarde, an emerald stretch of deciduous trees and orchards between the sprawling strip-mall of Española and the sparse canyon that winds along the Rio from here to Taos. We took some big swings last year and had some big misses. The Blue Cornflower, Cosmos, and Milky Oats were off to the races. The clover was happy too, though we soon discovered we already had a glut of it in the orchard. Worse yet, our crop invited a nasty fungal parasite called dodder into the main garden which we furiously pulled up on a 90 degree afternoon. For the uninitiated, dodder looks like orange silly string but is much more insidious than its goofy appearance suggests. This parasitic growth has no root system of its own, but instead attaches to a host plant and gradually strangles the life out of it, hijacking its nutrients and feeding infrastructure. It tangles and webs its way from plant to plant and must be pulled out and burned or bagged and disposed of.

Unfortunately, our most prolific crops (besides the apples) were wild licorice, bindweed, and ragweed. In the orchard, the clover, alfalfa, and timothy grass blessedly out compete them, but in the former planting fields that hug the northern and western fence lines—which have been plowed and turned and are yet unsown—they eagerly lap up any water or runoff nutrients that come their way, winding through and consuming the remaining brush and slash from our first pruning season. Worse yet are the Foxtails and Goatheads that embed themselves in socks and paws and undercoats. We spend our evenings picking these thorny hitchhikers out of the dogs and our blankets and ourselves while nodding off on the couch.

It’s hotter here than Chamisal, and more humid, too, because of the proximity to the Rio Grande (it’s a five minute walk). It’s also about 1600’ lower so the season stretches, but the higher relative humidity combined with flood irrigation as a main source of watering means mosquitoes in droves. April and May become pivotal periods for accomplishing big tasks, as outside work is still comfortable and the better you prep, the lower maintenance your growing season will be.

Any seasoned gardener will tell you that the first year in a new place is the hardest. Because of our many failures last season, we are now blessed to have our 3rd first year out of the last 6. Our addled brain state last year is apparent in some of our large scale decision making, including hand digging furrows, and not extending the dog pen to include the full profile of our storage shed (though there was a giant pile of rose trimmings filled with giant thorns in this portion, which took 15 months to dispense of). Raised beds with drip irrigation will better suit many of Jennye’s medicinals, and save all of our endeavors from the snacking Elk who are already stomping through the eastern field and helping themselves to the bark of our young cherry trees.

And so this year we have been hauling more soil. Rolling out fencing. Removing old stakes. Driving T-posts into the rocky foothills of the Sangre De Christo mountains. If you’d like to test the strength of your relationship, I recommend hand shoveling 4 cubic yards of soil in and out of an old Toyota or pounding a metal post into dry packed earth riddled with rocks the size of grapefruits. Bonus points if you’re a little hungover from two (rare) glasses of wine from the night before.

Taurus knows about process and toiling. Taurus teaches us about inertia and momentum, shows us how to keep our heads down and keep driving. Even in the face of the insurmountable. But Taurus also longs for pleasure, comfort. Warm afternoons that stretch lazily between meals. The satisfaction of the sudden completion of one of those endless tasks. Because if you are fully absorbed—if you give yourself over to each moment—it is a surprise when you’re done. A tingle of excitement arrives when the mountain of sod is now a shrinking mound. It is a small revelation when you can count it in shovelfuls.

Taurus is fixed earth. It grounds, stabilizes. Cools, nurtures. It is supposed to be solid. This sign seeks to create and hold form, and is at its best when it learns to balance responsibilities and pleasure. Like Libra, Taurus is Venus-ruled, but being an earth sign, it is more concerned with tangible, material harmony than the dynamics between people. How a space feels. Textures and tones. The weight of objects and their arrangement. The way a body responds to the world around it through sensual experience.

Taurus is present. Here. Now. Nothing outside of this room exists. Nothing outside of this moment does, either. Remember what I said about inertia. The same applies here. A Taurus at rest wants to stay at rest; a Taurus in motion may struggle to slow down. In part, this is about energy conservation. It takes much more force to move a Taurus that has become fixed in place than to keep the bull rolling.

With Jupiter in Cancer providing the only quenching planetary energy at this moment, it’s likely that we’re all a little out of balance. The rest of the planets in the sky are in fire and air; heating, whipping, inflaming, irritating our earthly bodies. We are turnt, burnt, tired, chapping, cracking, splitting. Our attention is split, frayed, dribbling out of our ears, and it feels impossible to plan for a future even as we hurtle towards it at record speeds.

I am no exception, reader. I have been grinding away the last three weeks. The last three months. The last three years. The last six. It has all been necessary but a toll has been taken.

And now I keep feeling myself splitting. Sitting down with one intention and finding a gentle tug in another direction. Sometimes it is less of a tug and more of a tic. A jerk. A leap. I sat down to update billing information—why yes I did decide to move all of my banking during Taurus season because it felt fitting and I was starting new LLC so it just made sense. This is called joyfully accepting your fate, folks. Look it up! So I sat down to update the billing for my coffee subscription (these musings don’t write themselves) and then drifted into the lyrics of a new song I’m tweaking, responded to a few emails, and then remembered that this—finishing this mailing— is actually what I had set out to do this morning. So here I am. Returning. Returning…

Taurus rules the neck and throat. I remember watching some terrible dating show with Jennye and a woman was talking to her prospective mother in law about threading the needle of patriarchy while asserting herself in her relationship.

“In my family, my father was the head, but my mother was the neck.”

In an instant they understood each other. You see, a head can only be as big as the neck can carry. And the neck is what focuses the attention. The neck stabilizes and also bridges impulse into action. When overworked or stressed, it holds tension. It needs to stretch and to roll, to be nourished and respected. I’m at the age where the wrong pillow one night can be devastating for days. Comfort and rest are vitally linked to our capacity to produce, endure, and maintain.

Swing too hard in the other direction—no focus or drive— and we begin to atrophy. Effort and relaxation are complementary muscles. Any of you who have spent your life lifting only with your back and not engaging your core know exactly what I mean here.

So may I suggest trying to pick up on a bit of the wisdom that this season offers us. Remember what you set out to do. If you have no goals yet, set some. And here is the important part: when you feel yourself drifting, answering to that tug or tic, remember your goals and return to them. Use your senses, take in the timing. Understand what this moment is ripest for. Is it the first sunny day in weeks? Get outside, for goddess’ sake! What is most urgent? Don’t forget that, either. What is most exciting? Turn your attention from task to task. When you are tired, rest. Pick a pace that you can maintain. Smell the roses when they open. Drink your coffee outside before the mosquitoes descend.

When you are working, work fully. When you are resting, rest fully. Concern yourself with whatever is asking for your attention in the present moment. And if nothing needs your time and energy right now? Slow the fuck down. Make yourself a nourishing meal. Sit under a tree and listen to the birds. Take a nap with your dog. Survey your accomplishments. Take a long shower. Pull on your coziest sweater. Spend ten minutes getting the lighting just right. Whatever you are doing, do it well until it is time to do something else. And just. Keep. Doing. That.

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Welcome to Taurus season! You can find your audio horoscopes below. Please share them widely!

• 4/20: Sun Enters Taurus, Merury conjunct Saturn, Mars

• 4/24: Venus Conjunct Uranus, Enters Gemini

• 4/26: Uranus Enters Gemini

• 5/1: Scorpio Full Moon

• 5/3: Mercury Enters Taurus

• 5/6: Pluto Stations Retrograde

• 5/16: New Moon in Taurus

• 5/17: Mercury Enters Gemini

• 5/18: Mars enters Taurus

• 5/19: Venus Enters Cancer

• 5/21: Sun Enters Gemini

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• 4/20: Sun Enters Taurus, Merury conjunct Saturn, Mars

• 4/24: Venus Conjunct Uranus, Enters Gemini

• 4/26: Uranus Enters Gemini

• 5/1: Scorpio Full Moon

• 5/3: Mercury Enters Taurus

• 5/6: Pluto Stations Retrograde

• 5/16: New Moon in Taurus

• 5/17: Mercury Enters Gemini

• 5/18: Mars enters Taurus

• 5/19: Venus Enters Cancer

• 5/21: Sun Enters Gemini

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• 4/20: Sun Enters Taurus, Merury conjunct Saturn, Mars

• 4/24: Venus Conjunct Uranus, Enters Gemini

• 4/26: Uranus Enters Gemini

• 5/1: Scorpio Full Moon

• 5/3: Mercury Enters Taurus

• 5/6: Pluto Stations Retrograde

• 5/16: New Moon in Taurus

• 5/17: Mercury Enters Gemini

• 5/18: Mars enters Taurus

• 5/19: Venus Enters Cancer

• 5/21: Sun Enters Gemini

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• 4/20: Sun Enters Taurus, Merury conjunct Saturn, Mars

• 4/24: Venus Conjunct Uranus, Enters Gemini

• 4/26: Uranus Enters Gemini

• 5/1: Scorpio Full Moon

• 5/3: Mercury Enters Taurus

• 5/6: Pluto Stations Retrograde

• 5/16: New Moon in Taurus

• 5/17: Mercury Enters Gemini

• 5/18: Mars enters Taurus

• 5/19: Venus Enters Cancer

• 5/21: Sun Enters Gemini

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