Our Father lives in the charged ether, above and all around us in splendid symmetry, the source of life and love and healing. The fabulous towers, the spires and flowering tracery of organic design, were all conceived and built by better men than us in an age of gold. These, the natural avenues of life in which our ancestors sat, goodness drawn down into those cleansing naves where the deep organ soothed, where we took the true medicine, giving thanks, not to some mystery or intangible presence, but the reality of His environment, His conduit, His soft conversation with us which we have – nearly all of us – forgotten, our memory blighted, expunged, erased, while we plod obliviously around the stark bare stones and ruined choirs in awe of a shell, without ever seeing the whole, the rich truth of the past and future’s promise in this penurious present.
His Mercury closely conjunct Mars, Pluto and Moon in Aries gave him the energy and compulsion to write, to communicate and express himself. He had an ultra sharp, critical mentality, with imagination (Neptune 3rd house sextile Sun 5th) which made him a fine journalist as well as novelist and playwright. This conjunction’s close trine to the 1st house Saturn provides an important resolve and determination to keep going, forged through earlier disappointments.
His powerful and incise Mercury is ruler of the 7th and 10th houses of relationships and career, energising both areas. His relationship with the painterCezanne was important to him, but they fell out over Zola’s portrayal of the bohemian tendencies of artists.
He also courted controversy later in his reaction to the Dreyfus affair. Venus, always a significator of relationships, is conjunct disruptive Uranus in the 4th house; relationships in general seem to have been unusual and something of a challenge, a difficulty, although he remained close to his mother and cared for her (Jupiter trine Venus/Uranus 4th house).
His Saturn is not really at home in his Sagittarian first house; he could be quite reticent with people, at first. His chart ruler, Jupiter is equally awkwardly placed in the Scorpio 12th house; despite his many natural creative talents, loneliness and disappointment were often visitors, though periods of deep introspection could be beneficial. A writer must essentially work alone, so such experiences would have been formative in the long run.
Two lonely people with differing backgrounds find themselves crossing paths while living in the beautiful city of Prague. They soon discover, however, that they have a shared love of history, and also come to appreciate each other’s love of the works of Rainer Maria Rilke and Matsuo Basho. Fifty-something Englishman Edward Stone is divorced and semi-retired, a man with his own mind who is an enthusiastic blogger and walker. Thirty-something Brita Kraus has never married, and whilst she enjoys her independence, also feels there is something greatly missing from her life, the result of a family tragedy which she dare not divulge to anyone – until now.