Today we wake up to a void Moon in
Pisces. Then at 9:01 AM EDT, the Moon switches signs and gears as it
slips from Pisces into Aries.
The Universe says, sleep and day
dreaming time is OVER! Time to wake up! But, we still don't really
feel that ambitious. There is some lingering emotionality from the
Pisces Moon and our current Moon is waxing into trine with Venus
(11:44 AM) and Jupiter (7:28 PM).
We aren't ready to be ambitious. Yet,
these placements fall in fire. Work? This sounds like a big push to
play to me. But, it isn't the carefree frolicking type of play...though that is possible here too.
Aries and Leo are both impish energies
to me. I don't mean that to be insulting to those that wear those
energies because I think its cute. But, Aries can sometimes resemble
a pixie. Little sparkly jetting fireballs. While Leo, brings out the
child in everyone. So, we've got a day of pixies, imps and the inner
child.
The energy that built our now expired
Full Moon, the energy of the Full Moon itself and the wash out of our
recent passage of the Moon through Pisces...ALL of this was
particularly heavy energy. I found myself wanting to wriggle out from
underneath it several times. Heavy. Saturn. Serious. Stern...then,
the crying began. I started crying when the Moon sextiled Neptune
from Capricorn and I have yet to stop. I'm writing this as the Moon
is still lingering in Pisces and the air still feels heavy (Pisces
Moon trine Saturn in Scorpio) and weepy.
Nothing horrible has happened to me
personally, but I was already weeping for the people who lived in the
midst of war and the children. All of our children, who are going to
be left with this mess when we (the current adult population) leave
if we don't get our collective shit straight. I feel this stuff all the time. But, right now, Neptune is on my Moon while Jupiter in Leo stands at an inconjunct making all that I feel undeniable and prominent...it's vast and acute all at the same time.
And, then, there was
the news of Robin Williams. An icon from my childhood. Someone I've
never met but feel as if he has been with me my entire life...well,
because his presence WAS with me my entire life. Mork and Mindy debuted in 1978..I was born in 1972 on the same day as Pam Dawber (who played Mindy).
Mr. Williams and I share the same
Pisces Moon. His Mars/Uranus in Cancer echoes my Mars/Uranus in
Libra. His suicide precedes the anniversary of my own suicide
attempt. It's been 9 years.
Each year, I write a letter to myself
on the anniversary of my suicide. I have dubbed the day as my re-birthday.
And, I was sitting on my couch writing this years letter when I heard
the news.
At this point, I feel like I've cried
for weeks...not days. As the tears flow, my anger follows it and I'm
left with only exhaustion. I don't know about you, but Aries Moon or
not, I just don't see a bunch of shooting out of the darkness here. I
see a more slow emergence. As in, the Pixie walks out of the deep
woods and right into a hammock for some “me” time. Or she emerges
from the woods with a load of art supplies to give these drab and
heavy feelings a bit of color and life. She pours them on a canvas
and splatters the color around with her hands. She allows her inner
child to come out from under the heaviness and create.
These are the kind of activities I'm
looking at for today. I can't bring myself to encourage you to “Get
up and go get em!” That's my typical Aries Moon suggestion. Today,
I'm only suggesting you get out of bed and, in some way, treat
yourself, indulge yourself...take time to nurture and repair what
this heaviness has crushed. Heed Venus and Jupiter and drink of their
benevolence. For tomorrow, we surely will ride!
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