You’re tired, the moon is full, and retrograde has us walking sideways

Liz Brinks
2 min readMay 17, 2022
Photo by Shot by Cerqueira on Unsplash

This is likely going to be one of my essays that has no full reads, since the title isn’t super specific to solving an issue for my reader — but hello anyways!

Retrograde brings up many things in people, ideas that need to be culled, promises that need to be broken, and thoughts that need to be spoken outloud. I often treat retrograde as a time to tread lightly around others and myself — to not make many spontaneous decisions, and most importantly to rest.

In my body, especially around the full moon, I feel a gravitational pull to sit, lay down and rest. Having senior cats only encourages this since out of the three beings in my home, two of them can sleep anywhere from 14–17 hours a day. I am infinitely jealous.

The weather in my lovely Wisconsin has also been blissful and wonderful, a stark contrast from our short spring and retrogrades from the past. I can still see it thought, in the car accidents, an abundance of sirens each afternoon, teenagers using their horns to beep in morse code on the lunch hour, and friends feeling overwhelmed and anxious.

It doesn’t explain away very real life experiences, but knowing sometimes that according to the planets and the stars, which do affect our existence we might all feel like we’re walking backwards or sideways, and each step forward pushes us back two — that this may be something we’re experiencing together, makes it a little easier.

You don’t know have to believe or even acknowledge retrograde, but I’ve found comfort in understanding more about the seasons of ebb and flow. I take retrograde at face value, sure it will bring me new things to consider, new issues to the surface to resolve, but also sure that I can continue on my path, that the way forward is still secure.

Because right now, I’m tired. I could sleep for hours under my weighted blanket in the cool spring breeze and listen to the sounds of people going about their day on the street. I could snuggle up with my senior boys, still reveling in the honeymoon phase of my new adoptee, and just rest. Light my candles, drink my coffee, and rest. So much rest. You deserve the same.

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Liz Brinks

Hey, I’m Liz Brinks (they/them) I’m a queer gender-non-conforming writer, business coach & cat-parent (@itsjuustliz everywhere) based out of Wisconsin!