09/11/25

At 11:01 PT, Mercury stations retrograde, ushering in a period of review, rethinking, and rediscovery. Often, we brace ourselves for miscommunications and delays, but this cycle is also an invitation to revisit joy, to rediscover the parts of ourselves that once felt alive, spontaneous, and full of wonder.

Mercury Retrograde deepens reflection and revisiting, making it the perfect time to explore how your energy intertwines with another’s with a synastry chart. Old patterns can surface for healing, and honest communication paves the way for renewed connection.

Lately, I’ve been noticing how easily we forget to let ourselves loosen. Or maybe, more honestly, how easily I do. Somewhere along the line, we exchanged our spontaneity for schedules, our play for productivity, our laughter for the illusion of control.

We learned to measure days by output, not by the moments that made us feel alive.
We learned to chase efficiency instead of wonder.

But when was the last time you really laughed, the kind that steals your breath and makes your eyes water? When was the last time you did something just because it felt good? Not because it was useful, not because it checked a box, but because it made your soul exhale.

Mercury Retrograde, despite its reputation for chaos, is a gentle invitation, a cosmic permission slip to pause, to play, to loosen our grip on perfection. It’s the universe’s reminder that not everything needs to make sense to be meaningful.

When we stop trying to choreograph every moment, something beautiful happens: life starts to dance with us. The magic we keep searching for isn’t missing, it’s simply waiting for us to unclench, to laugh, to stumble, to be a little foolish again.

The lightness we crave doesn’t come from doing less; it comes from remembering that we can move lightly through what’s already here.

So go get lost in something delightfully unproductive. Sing along to that old song you loved in high school. Take the long way home. Let the morning stretch without rushing to meet the day.

These simple acts (the ones that seem small, even silly) are sacred. They’re portals back to the parts of ourselves we buried under deadlines and expectations.