🥾🎙️Enlightened Walks & Talks - 23rd February – 1st March 2026 🪹🌱

Mercury Retrograde & The Rhythm of the Re’s 🪐

We move into another Mercury retrograde this week, and as always, there’s a collective groan. Technology hiccups. Delayed trains. Crossed wires. Traffic jams. 🚆

But what if this isn’t disruption, what if it’s rhythm? 🎶🎵

Mercury retrograde is the season of the “re’s.”

Revisit.

Reassess.

Realign.

Rest.

Recalibrate.

Reflect.

Release.

Reconsider.

Remember.

It isn’t here to punish us. It’s here to return us to what we rushed passed.

On one of my walks this week, the birds were in full voice. Wrens shrill and urgent. Thrushes repeating their phrases like careful composers. Rooks, like vocal, prehistoric-winged architects, twigs between their giant beaks, beginning to lay the foundations of their clumsy nests. The ever elusive skylarks rising and spilling sound into the murky sky. Nature is stirring, but it isn’t frantic. It isn’t forcing bloom. It is preparing. 🪹🐦‍⬛🕊️

At the same time, there was a small queue outside my local supermarket, waiting for it open. Trolleys lined up, their early morning steerers leaning on them, easy conversations flowing. People ready to get in first and beat the crowds, eager to start the weekend. Human life in motion. 🛒💬

Above them, a song thrush sang.

Unnoticed.

It took me right back to primary school and my headteacher, Mr Kendrick, reciting Robert Louis Stevenson’s train poem … faster than fairies, faster than witches… the rhythm mimicking the movement of wheels on tracks. Language becoming motion. Sound becoming speed. 🚂

We are very good at speed.

We are less practised at pause. ⏸️

This week I spoke to a couple of clients who have been chomping at the bit, the fire horse energy, the hooves churning the sodden turf, hind legs kicking the stable door shut, ready to bolt into spring. There’s an amber traffic light ahead and the toe is already pressing the accelerator like it’s on green.

But we are still emerging from our caves of hibernation.

Retrograde energy is not the green light.

It is the amber. We still have skin to shed.

It says, steady…

Check your mirrors.

Look again. 🚦

Nature sheds before it blooms. It lets what will not sustain it fall away. Dead leaves drop. Old growth withers. Energy is conserved carefully so that when the season turns, what emerges is strong, nourished, and rooted. 🍂

We don’t see the trees arguing with winter.

We don’t see the birds forcing eggs before the nest is ready. 🪹

And yet as humans, we panic at stillness. We interpret delay as failure. We see traffic and think frustration instead of protection. We resend the text instead of rereading the message. We push when we are being asked to pause.

Mercury retrograde is the rhythm between beats.

The inhale before the next line.

The slowing of the train before the station.

It is the cosmic equivalent of tapping the drum to keep time. 🪘

Revisit the conversation. Don’t react.

Reassess the plan.

Realign with what truly serves.

Rest your nervous system.

Recalibrate your direction.

Release what cannot come forward with you.

Spring will arrive. The green light will come. The fire horse will run. 🌱🐎

But for now, watch the amber. 🟡

Listen for the thrush.

Notice what is falling away.

Be intentional about what you carry into the next season.

Nature is not hurried.

And neither are you… ⚠️