A great deal has been written about love and fear—the archetypal wolves in a deadly fight for dominance in each of us—and which one will triumph, the punch-line being “Depends on which you feed.”

Well and good; and true, as far as it goes; but I think there’s an even more important struggle in these parlous times: the battle between calm and panic.

Calm: the pause for reflection and recalibration, the breath that invites measured thought.

Panic: the knee-jerk, involuntary reaction that clouds it.

In this alarming , disorienting summer of Retrograde Mars and THREE potent Eclipses, which will win?

Depends on which you feed.