‘and on that farm he had a .... crocodile!’ announced Sarah.
‘But there aren’t any crocodiles on farms, Sarwah,’ pointed out A.
My daughter and my niece were singing “Old Macdonald Had a Farm” in the back of the car. Both girls were about 4 at the time and very cute.
‘Well, there was on this farm.’
‘But what sort of farm was it Sarwah?’
‘The sort of farm that has crocodiles on it I spose….’ Sarah thinks carefully before announcing with great confidence: ‘ I know… it must have been a crocodile farm.’
By this point my husband and I were giggling. Two more different cousins you could not imagine- our brown eyed Sarah is a typical Aries, whilst blonde & blue eyed A, likes the detail. Sarah, like most Aries, has problems with detail. A, like most Virgos, can’t understand why Sarah wants to move on so quickly. As different as they are they have always got on beautifully, with each complementing the other.
‘OK.’ A seems unusually accepting of this response. The back seat is silent.
‘But what sort of noise do crocodiles make Sarwah?’ she eventually asks.
‘Crocodile noises, I guess,’ replies Sares.
‘Are there any other animals on crocodile farms?’
‘Of course there are,’ says Sares.
‘But wouldn’t the crocodiles eat them all?’ asks A.
‘How about we sing another song?’ I interject from the front seat.
A has Mercury in Virgo- and has the quick, yet supremely analytical, mind to go with it. Sarah has Mercury (conjunct Mars) in Aries and can’t be bothered.
I have the absolute worst possible Mercury in history. And, given that Mercury is about how you communicate, the way in which you process information, and how you think, it is actually a miracle that I can even string 2 words together, let alone be able to sell coal to Newcastle when I have had a few bevies. In fact, I once (under the intellectual influence of a few red wines) convinced an ex Liberal would be prime minister that it was a great idea to buy a painting (for a ridiculous sum of money) that “looked like happiness should feel”.
Why is my Mercury so bad? Amongst a myriad of other problems, my Mercury is in Pisces where it is traditionally in the sign of both its detriment and fall. Mercury has difficulty expressing itself in mutable, watery, no boundaries Pisces.
If you have Mercury in Virgo, your Mercury is exactly opposite to mine- Mercury rules Virgo and is strong, smart and extremely sharp in this position. The only (and rather mean) comfort I take from this is that during Mercury retrograde periods, you are likely to be substantially more affected than I am.
Where Mercury in Pisces is about the “big picture” and “beyondness”, Mercury in Virgo concentrates on the details- every single little detail. Nothing is below the notice of Mercury in Virgo.
Mercury in Virgo is the ultimate record keeper and statistician, forgetting nothing, and having a place for everything. This placement has a quick and brilliant mind (although sell themselves short), and the ability to make conversation on numerous subjects (but think they could be smarter). They write beautifully, yet edit themselves constantly. I once gave a Mercury in Virgo friend a journal with the instruction not to re-read or edit anything she had written, as that would be tantamount to editing her own thoughts and feelings. Mercury in Virgo is humble.
Where others simply see problems, Mercury in Virgo breaks them down into readily digestible pieces. Once she can see a logical order she can proceed. The danger with this approach is paralysis by analysis- a tendency to over-think an issue.
Like Mercury in all the Earth signs, the urge to be practical, can sometimes mean that communication is not as sensitive as it could be. This is simply because Mercury in Virgo likes to be matter of fact- don’t call her with problems unless you want her to offer you a straight forward and very practical solution. This placement has a great desire to be helpful. When she asks about your health, she is genuinely interested in your response.
Mercury in Virgo is critical, picky, and may come across as being negative. Again, she is just telling it how it is. Never ask if your bum looks fat in those jeans- she will tell you it does and what you need to do to make it better. Not because she wants to be mean spirited, but because she truly believes that perfection can be attained. It is this idealism, and an awareness of how things are versus how they can be that drives this analytical placement.
But to those of us with a weaker Mercury and a more expansive arse, a little less analysis and a little more dishonesty would be nice!
A couple of months after the car incident, my sister and I take the girls to the Opera House to see a kids play called “the Flying Babies.” Sarah is laughing very hard, but A seems thoughtful.
‘Aunty Jo?’ she whispers loudly, ‘They are very big babies.’
‘That’s because they aren’t really babies, they are grown ups dressed up as babies,’ I explain.
‘So, they are really grown ups dressed up as babies?’
‘But, Aunty Jo, why would grown ups want to dress up as babies?’
I look across at Sarah, she is still completely focused on the stage.
‘Because they are actors.’
‘What are actors?’
‘People who pretend to be something or somebody else,’ I reply.
‘But why would people want to pretend to be something that they aren’t?’ she asks, ‘Isn’t that like fibbing…and Mum says it is bad to fib?’
Without denying her absolute logic, I reply in the only way I know:
‘A, I think you better ask your mother!’