Growing Through the Backwards Seasons.

 


I still say things like “Mercury is in retrograde,” but it doesn’t send me spiraling the way it used to. For years, astrology felt like a storm I had to brace myself against. Every time I scrolled through my phone, I was met with warnings, countdowns, panic posts about Mercury retrograde or Mars retrograde — and I let them control me. I let fear decide which moves I could or couldn’t make. My life would literally pause because a planet appeared to move backwards.


But something shifted in me this year.


Instead of letting astrology dictate my life, I started using it to navigate my life. Not as a set of rules. Not as a prison. But as a language — a way of understanding my own seasons.


And the more I leaned into that, the more I realized something important:

No retrograde has the final say over my destiny.

If anything, they’ve become mirrors showing me exactly where I need courage, where I need softness, where I need truth.


At the beginning of the year, Mars — the planet of action — went retrograde. Everyone said things would slow down. But for me? That retrograde lit a fire under me. It pushed me forward. It helped me assert myself in ways I had never allowed myself to before. I was buzzing with creativity. I felt alive.


Then Mercury retrograde hit in July. I panicked again because that’s what everyone does around Mercury retrograde.

“What if I fumble my words?”

“What if I mess up my relationships?”

“What if something goes wrong?”


Instead, that retrograde cracked something open.

It pushed me to speak my truth.

It got me out of my head and gave me the courage to stop hiding behind silence. That was a lifelong blockage for me — and Mercury didn’t ruin me. Mercury freed me.


This current retrograde has been another turning point. November has dragged up old wounds, old patterns, old energies we’ve tolerated for far too long. It feels like the universe has taken one big step back and is saying:


“Now you choose. What stays? What goes?”


For months, Pluto and Saturn have been preparing us for this. 2025 has been a karmic year — heavy, challenging, exposing, uncomfortable. It pushed us to the edge of our own cycles. But from a higher vantage point, those challenges weren’t punishments. They were lessons. Deaths of old versions of ourselves we kept trying to resurrect.


Saturn turns direct on November 28th, and the message is loud and clear:

Wrap it up.

Release what’s already dead.

Stop carrying the weight of old stories.


Because 2025 was the preview.

2026 is the actual shift.

And those who refuse to let go — who cling to the past, who won’t surrender old skins — they’re going to find that new energy overwhelming.

But those of us who’ve done the work? Who’ve cried, cracked, healed, surrendered, rebuilt?

We are stepping into a whole new chapter.


And I won’t lie — the energy right now feels scattered, intense, almost too potent to hold. But I understand why. During retrogrades, our intuition spikes. The universe quiets down a little. Signs and synchronicities dip, not because Spirit has abandoned us, but because we’re being guided inward.


This is the season of trusting ourselves.

Of building a relationship with our inner world.

Of listening when our body whispers “slow down” and also when it roars “go.”


Retrogrades aren’t curses. Retrogrades are invitations. They invite us to pause or to push, to clean or to cut, to stop running from ourselves and finally meet the truth face-to-face.


I don’t treat retrogrades as things to fear anymore. I treat them as part of life — like the weather. Sometimes the seas are calm. Sometimes the waves are wild. But waves are waves. You ride them.


And acceptance… that’s the real cheat code.


Acceptance is what frees you. Acceptance is what makes space for gratitude. Acceptance is what gives you the courage to stay present even in the hard seasons.


So to anyone reading this who is in the thick of their own retrograde, their own unraveling, their own becoming:

You’re not alone.

We’re riding this wave together — through the storms and the sunshine.


And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this:

Your intuition will never mislead you.

Your inner compass will always point you home.

Retrogrades simply help you hear it more clearly.


Keep going.

Keep releasing.

Keep returning to yourself.


A new era is coming, and you’re preparing for it — even on the days you don’t realize it.

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