There are times when Mercury’s tricks can bring confirmation that all of life is – in fact – entirely miraculous.
Yesterday my car battery died without warning just as I needed to leave the car wash bay with a queue of vehicles waiting behind me, a baby in the back seat and sweltering heat outside.
My immediate thought – right after the shock of yet another ‘power failure’ – was to call my self-proclaimed Lone Ranger (aka the Rigger) for help – followed by the thought that he was more likely to ride off into the sunset than come to the rescue.
I sat doing breathing exercises and calming myself and within moments a kind gentleman appeared and asked if he could help. An hour later the problem was entirely rectified, my car fitted with a new battery. Better than ever. (the Lone Ranger even showed up in his Silver V6, paying for everything, shaking hands, playing with the baby before taking the sunset route)Mercury – Hermes – is a son of Zeus. Fortune, as Zeus would bestow, is the father of chance, opportunity and luck and are an integral part of the myth – but we are too eager to problematise, to see theft and tricks and deceptions where there are openings and blessings.
The einfalle generousity of a stranger – if one can relate to the presence of such grace as ‘strange’ – and the unexpected reversal of a usually elusive character – are affirmations of a benevolent mercurial force in the world.
And, the event served to remind me that ‘owning my stuff’ and taking responsibility for the choicesmade – stuff ups – that have brought me to this place is a fine thing – and that ownership includes the good stuff too.