Week Vibes: June 16, 2025 edition
Weaponize care.
I'm writing this on Saturday 6/14 as many are marching. The No Kings protests are, like any demonstration, both a culmination and just a beginning, and as I look at the transits for the coming week, I’m thinking about the change that's possible if we keep our momentum—and the only way we can do that is by caring for ourselves, and each other.
Just after midnight on Tuesday, the sun in Gemini sextiles Chiron in Aries, illuminating a shared wound. I'm hurting, and so are you. Cue U2: "We're one but we're not the same/we need to carry each other…"
An hour later, Mars enters Virgo. Mars in Virgo unzips their fanny pack and pulls out Narcan, a medicinal plant foraging field guide, MREs, a sewing kit, and cuticle oil.
Mars in Virgo knows a lawyer.
And also, Mars in Virgo without a purpose (or someone to roast) can tend towards the self-critical, so pick a project and let Mars in Virgo give you courage.
On Wednesday, Jupiter squares Neptune (or rather, Saturn-Neptune, since they're less than a degree away). I talked about this a bit last week, and in the context of the rest of this week's transits, I'm going to be watching for the continued crumbling of the illusion of separation between social causes, as well as challenges to any authority that represents an affront to radical care. Jupiter square Saturn-Neptune flips ChatGPT the bird while handing AI transcription tools to medical providers so they can streamline their documentation hoop-jumping and help more people until such time as we overhaul the fuckin industry. Jupiter square Saturn-Neptune says, “Hey, let’s overhaul the fuckin industry.”
Basically, I'm going to be watching this transit with my curiosity cranked up to 11.
On Friday, the sun enters the sign of Cancer, hot on Jupiter's heels—the sun and Jupiter reach an exact conjunction next Tuesday 6/24, but they're already close enough to be considered a team.
That means the sun is also about to square Saturn-Neptune. Its square to Saturn is exact on Sunday, literally making it impossible to keep the bullshit out of the light. Big "the emperor's not wearing any clothes!" energy. (Check your own proverbial outfit, just in case.)
And it means that as Jupiter sextiles Mars on Sunday and says, "Okay, where's the next demonstration, let's go," the sun is shining up behind it like, "If you fuck with my home, you fuck with me. If you fuck with my beloveds, you fuck with me."
That said, it's still a time of gathering data about where exactly to push on the crumbling wall to most efficiently propel its demise—and we gather data with every push, so. Keep going, take notes… and stay curious.