spun around backward and finished up his rather grand entrance
with a flourish—a double-reverse turn, followed by an absolutely
perfect landing. I was so delighted with this slender, quick-moving
figure that I actually had to applaud. Jupiter grinned widely
and joined me. Mercury—who looked an awful lot like Barry
Manilow—bowed, smiled, and then skated toward me—all in a
matter of seconds.
wasn't surprised that he moved as fast as he did. I remember
breaking a thermometer once as a child and watching, fascinated,
as the shiny beads rolled, bounced, bumped into one another,
then magically merged. It was amazing. When all the beads
were collected, they didn’t come back alone. There was dust,
fur, and crumbs in the pile—and anything else the Mercury
had touched. In short, the element itself was as much a magnet
for information—a "gatherer" of data—as the planet. Which
brings me to Mercury's mythological history.
when Gods ruled the universe, Mercury was their messenger,
the information shuttle between the “Immortals" and the humans.
His job description hasn't changed much over the years, either.
He's still in charge of dispensing information. He's the "switchboard"
inside each of us that's responsible for everything we're
aware of. Light, sounds, temperature, textures, scents. In
short, anything that's delivered to us via the five senses
falls under Mercury's jurisdiction—and he was showing all
his talents off, in person, right there at the Cosmic Café.
to say, then, I also wasn't surprised (well, not much) when
he pulled the cell-phone from his belt and handed it to me
with a great, big grin. "It's for you," he said, as he turned
to skate backward through the door, bowing. He disappeared
into the night with a wave, as I held the phone in my hand,
too dumbfounded to speak. "Is he going to come back?" I asked
yeah," Jupiter said. "He pops in and out all the time. Back
and forth, up and down the street, jumpin' and skatin' around.
I don't know where the guy gets his energy—he never sleeps."
He shrugged his shoulders, then pointed to the phone in my
hand. "So…Are you gonna answer it?"
laughed. "Oh, yeah, right. Hello?"
voice from the past answered me. "Kim? Is that you?"
Mercury was definitely retrograde. It was my highschool sweetheart,
Ray, who I hadn't seen or spoken with in roughly 25 years.
Still, I would have known his voice anywhere. My mind flooded
with tender memories, and I smiled. "It's me, all right. How
did you find me?"
first love laughed softly. "It's a long story. But can we
get together and talk?"
blushed—and then realized this was a joint venture. I glanced
over at Venus, standing just behind Jupiter. She winked at
me, and I understood. She, too, was retrograde—which meant
that, like Mercury, she was currently in a period of "review."
And it just so happened that she was traveling through my
Seventh House at the moment, the place where we handle the
issue of committed relationships. It made sense, then, that
her path through this house—backward—would bring back an old
love. "Um…sure. Sure, " I managed to say. "Where? When?"
I fumbled in my purse for a pen, Mercury flew back into the
Café, backward, of course. He skated over to me, and handed
me a long red feather with a bell tied to it.
ya go, Girlfriend," he said. I took the feather from him,
and realized it was an antique quill pen—quite the appropriate
writing tool to receive from Mercury while he was traveling
I said. "Nice touch." He gave me the thumbs-up signal and
skated onto the dance floor, pulling Venus along with him.
She giggled in delight as I hurriedly scribbled Ray's phone
number on a cocktail napkin. "I'll call you back later tonight,"
I promised, then said goodbye.
sure to tune in next week!