Our changing Moon, Luna, waxes through Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces this week, tenaciously collecting lessons of the heart in order to resolve ancestral wounds, digging deeper than any grave. Sol, our persistent Sun, our one and only truly eminent light, enters Scorpio to spend a season at the edge of all knowing. Perhaps you, dear one, have been entangled in the wilderness of emotional intensity that has thrived in the shadows of these last weeks? Perhaps you’re ready for chattering, retrograding Mercury to step back from the Scorpionic swamp and into nimble-witted Libra, to meet transiting Venus there a sign of her domicile, to make alchemical love like an orchestra makes harmonies of wood, metal and skin? However your way was carved out of the churned earth of our rapidly evolving social, political and personal landscapes, now is the time to feel your emergence into tactile, textured, thrilling, thrusting spaces. First a knuckle, then a shin, soon a limb, suddenly a startled profile protecting secretive flesh, stunned hair, five flickering senses, all dancing in the firelights of intuition and suspicion, passion and possession, ambition and compulsion and promise. Survival requires charisma; practice makes perfect.
Ecstatically promise blue skies as you would trust the hot blue flame within.
It’s not like you to be giddy, so be giddy, and forget yourself.
All lights have hours, all shades meet incomplete changes. Adapt by laughing, often.
When we change from water to wine, we change glasses, and celebrate love.
The feast is yours. Bring home, or let rot? Enjoy redefining exquisite delicacies.
Desire makes sense of puzzle fragments assembled during the process of mending hearts.
Wisdom heeds the crow that has returned from frontlines with songs of peace.
May we all dance in your darkest light, or are you partying alone?
Power dances however we hold our own. Surrender to impulse; not once, for all.
A clock’s hands move consistently; thus, your hour approacheth. Trust domineering portals.
Compassion for grindstones - changes we take for granted began with this much friction.
Remembering that each breath contains all creation’s songs, take great gulps and wail.