There is a Full Thunder Moon headed our way this week, on Friday, July 23rd. As the season shifts from the mysterious electricity of Cancer to the bright and obvious light of Leo, it seems a perfect time to ponder the phenomenon of thunder: the electric rumble born out of light itself.
The sound of light comes in two distinct forms: the long low rumble and the sudden loud crack.
The long and low rumble is heard when the light is far away. Rumbling like the grumbling of hunger. But this hunger is a spiritual appetite, a “hero’s call” for adventure. The farther away the light the more the blood stirs.
The sudden loud crack is when light is astonishingly nearby. It’s what propelled Archimedes to jump out of the bathwater yelling “eureka”, which is Greek for “I found it!”. Finding such a light can seemingly stop the flow of time. It’s the nature of a peak experience; a bubbling over of sheer delight.
In both instances, light is making sound, and in special cases, it is recorded to allow the sound to become a second birth of light.
A record player is a perfect example: the light of Louis Armstrong is expressed through sound, which is captured on record, to be played for someone who enjoys it. The record is like thunder, the sound of light, it may come again as a loud crack or distant rumble to the right set of ears. One of those sets of ears belonged to the 12 year old Billie Holiday who, in between scrubbing the halls and kitchens of some neighborhood apartments, first heard Armstrong’s “West End Blues”. Whether it was a low rumble or a sudden crack we may not know, but as her nickname Lady Day suggests, she rebirthed the light.
Rebirthing the light is a virgin birth. As Joseph Campbell explains it, “The virgin birth has nothing to do with a biological accident,”. It symbolizes instead “the awakening of spiritual life in the human animal.”
Our job then, is to tune in to those low frequencies of rumbling thunder that are so often unheard so that we can give attention to a faraway light that “calls”. We must also be ready to seize the light if we are lucky enough to hear the sudden loud crack and yell Eureka, I have it! I have in my possession the light that found me.
Just like a record player, one can learn to get into the habit of recording light; paying attention in those times of rich warmth and bright meaning, then committing them to a precious bank of memory within. Letting these instances of warmth, meaning and light fill up a personal account. Drawing from an inner currency that answers to the highest of gold standards; that of light itself.
Nikola Tesla famously said “Everything is the light.”
He said “I am part of a light, and it is the music.”
When asked by the journalist interviewing him whether he heard this music he replied, “I hear it all the time. My spiritual ear is as big as the sky we see above us.”
There is a romantic rendezvous in the sky this week as Mars joins Venus on Tuesday, July 13th. The star crossed lovers will embrace in the sign of Leo, the Sun, stirring up a passion for something so universal yet so often overlooked.
The Egyptians worshipped Ra, the Sun God who was the source of life, power, energy, warmth and light. For the Greeks it was Helios, who dutifully drove his chariot through the sky to create each day anew. The Aboriginals worshipped Yhi, the Goddess of light and creation who lived in dreamtime before she opened her eyes, causing light to fall upon the earth. The Indigenous peoples of the Great Plains would perform sun dances to renew the bond that man has with life, earth and the growing season.
And here we find ourselves now, in this summer week of 2021. How often do we consider the bond we hold with life, the earth and the growing season? How often do we marvel at the wholeness of a day? The new light that lifts us up again and again from our dreams? What is this bond we hold with the Sun; with light, warmth and growth?
The great ideas that have shaped our history have come about with special and intimate bonds of light that flash across a person’s mind. Even just the pretty good ideas that you may have had yesterday came from a special bond with light.
A bond with warmth may come when our nervous systems register a delightful shift that melts away stress, as we share a hearty laugh with someone.
Laughter is especially special. Philosopher Henri Bergson saw laughter to be an evolutionary strategy, a corrective force to keep us from falling into a trap of rigidity. He said that in general, we laugh at ‘something mechanical encrusted upon the living.’ The classic example of someone falling down goes from what is living, flowing and moving with a certain ‘elasticity’ as he likes to call it, to a bumbling mishap likely due to a lack of awareness. Maybe someone is on their phone and walks straight into a sign post. Something mechanical encrusted upon the living. The natural response of laughter keeps us rejecting rigidity, and distancing ourselves from robotic behavior.
Laughter shakes us back into being truly human, which in truth, is part superhuman.
A similar thing happens with wonder. Philosopher Josef Pieper said “Wonder acts upon a man like a shock, he is “moved” and “shaken”. In these times all that is taken for granted loses its obviousness as a sense of mystery deepens within. Reality is rendered beyond understanding because “its light is ever-flowing, unfathomable, and inexhaustible.”
Artists who paint bond with light as it interplays with matter. Musicians and songwriters bond with light as it makes itself known from within. As Kurt Cobain said, “In the Sun, I feel as one.”
The gold of the sun is a standard of true wealth; a suppleness of spirit that triumphs again and again over the most trying of challenges. As Henry David Thoreau discovered, “I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.”
Rimbaud called the sun “the hearth of affection and life [that pours] burning love on the delighted earth.”
It was only a couple hundred years ago that people began to accept the idea that planets revolved around the sun. But what if, as we continue to laugh and wonder and grow as a species, a second sun emerges? A second place of unmistakable power, warmth and light. A unity that only comes from a heightened intensity of individual sparks? What if the good fight of laughter and wonder to keep humans as elastic as possible comes under deeper challenges as the world of automation, with its tricks that play on the subconscious, begin to normalise over-mechanized behavior?
This week, the passionate lovers of Mars and Venus hail no! Long live the sun. Long live the quaking of the light!
There is a new moon coming this week on Friday, July 9th. Maybe you are wondering what is so special about a new moon. Well, let’s ponder it, so we can better enjoy it when it comes!
New moons occur when the moon is in between the earth and the sun, whereas for a full moon, it is the earth that is between the sun and moon.
The full moon is the popular one. It makes a dazzling spectacle that is usually impossible to miss. With the earth at the center, full moons are ‘centered’ around earthly things. Sensory things. Beauty, tastes, aroma, textures and so on. Some people are lucky enough to find their ways to a moonlit swim. Others may find a simple walk home to turn into the most mystical of experiences, all because of these heightened senses.
A few weeks back we had a Full Strawberry Moon and I was lucky enough to eat some of the best tasting strawberries I’ve ever tasted!
But we are now going to ponder the new moon, which finds its ‘center’ with the moon itself. With the new moon it isn’t the senses in the middle of it all, it is the intuitions, the instincts, the songs in our blood. In the darkened night distant stars appear with startling clarity. In the same way, meaningful ideas and connections may find you, bright with purpose, and seemingly out of nowhere.
The ancient Greek philosopher Parmenides said “Gaze steadfastly at things which, though far away, are yet present to the mind.”
A full moon may light up the details of a flower, but a new moon brings a vast distance into your own place of detail-making; your own mind that makes order out of chaos.
Distant stars, coming into focus from so far away.
Tennessee Williams said that time is the longest distance between two places.
But what if the light of the stars is a world beyond time? A world where myths are made as living guides, changing as the people that made them continue to change. Where would we be without these myths that made us?
Where would we be without these new moons?
Also fun with a new moon is watching for its return. In the depths of winter she is gracious enough to return with a smile! Though now, in summer, she will return with her signature right-sided waxing crescent. Thankfully she never returns with a frown.
Look to the western sky this weekend just after sunset. After being new in Cancer, she will be visible again in Leo, and… ready for her closeup.
Summer days have begun, ready to blow some jasmine in your mind and make you feel fine. Boding well with eternity, an endless summer has a much better ring to it than an endless winter.
Cancer Season stands opposite to Capricorn Season, the sign of time and winter. Summer, then, stands opposite time, full of light and warmth. Full of Sun.
But what about the relationship of eternity to time?
William Blake said “Eternity is in love with the productions of time.”
Eternity, then, is like a child, delighting in blowing the seeds of a dandelion, a product of time.
The planets of passion, Mars and Venus are traveling through Leo right now, the sign of the Sun, the child, eternity and delight. Mars especially finds itself directly opposite Saturn, the planet of time, and squaring Uranus, the planet of future.
Time and future can be put another way as law and evolution. Laws are things you can depend on. They help you make those ‘productions of time’ that eternity is so fond of. Without these laws there would be no cities, no dandelions, no agriculture, no science, no Brooklyn Bridges and no Mona Lisas.
But evolution goes against the law. Instead of losing order, as all natural things do in time, it gains order, and marches uphill, towards some distant aim. Evolution is the reason that birds have wings to fly, and horses have strong legs to run. These specialties reflect the dreams held deep within the animal’s soul. The dream to fly, the dream to run far and wide.
The ‘productions of time’ don’t come out of law alone, they also need that distant dream of evolution. That refusal to let law alone rule. That instinct for higher worlds that stand outside of time.
The Moon wanes this week, into her 4th quarter by Thursday with the beginning of a new month. It will be in the sign of beginnings as well, Aries, a fresh start. July is the month of rubies, pairing well with Cancer’s theme of home. Home can be synonymous with evolution’s distant dream. There are those special moments when time seems to stand still and you can feel what Colin Wilson calls ‘the magnetic north of your existence.’
A distant and dynamic dream that stirs up a vortex of personal power. Memories building on each other over billions of years. Nothing is wasted. All is incorporated.
Holiday weekend ahead with the 4th of July on Sunday. Uranus, the planet of independence and evolution was discovered in 1781, a mere 5 years after Independence Day. One glance at the Statue of Liberty shows the power of evolution’s distant dream. The poetry that weaves its way into time and delights eternity. This Sunday, the Moon will travel over Uranus, bringing a special mood of future to the fireworks.
“Humans are amphibians – half spirit and half animal. As spirits they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time.” ~C.S. Lewis
Gemini season skips along, happy with tricks and surprises. The twins know a thing or two about how to keep things fresh. It has to do with duality: merging two worlds: the world of light and the world of matter.
In the world of matter, you get dressed, go to work, feel hungry, have lunch and so on. In the world of light you have ideas, you laugh from a real place, you recognize the beauty of something, you remember some important reasons for why you do what you do, you connect to a higher world.
Like frogs, we must come up for air if we are in the water too long. But our air is actually light, and our water is the world of matter and time.
As Arthur M Young explains in his book the Reflexive Universe, light is outside of time. Clocks stop at the speed of light.
He says, light is pure action, like the smile without the cat.
Leo the lion walks with his heel not touching the ground. Cats have an instinct for higher worlds, even though they fall off of furniture in the funniest ways.
Mars, the planet of will, is newly in Leo. How can you use your will to be more like a cat, and find those higher worlds, even if it be just a patch of sunlight in an empty room.
Mercury moves backwards in Gemini this week- retracing some steps in search of time mixed with timelessness.
Venus advancing in Cancer, like a gentle dancer, favoring moonlight, where two worlds seem to combine, and create such longings for things divine.
Jupiter with a couple months of Pisces right now before it goes back into Aquarius for the rest of the year. Jupiter is a spirited growth, in Pisces, the classroom is an ocean of imagination. A world of light within. No time no space, just a place of unity and infinite possibility.
Saturn in Aquarius squaring Uranus in Taurus. A paradigm shift in the making. New truths begin quaking. Truths of existence and values of time. Things that leak in on the peripheries and lead to epiphanies. Better it be some blowing trees than a deadened sales pitch.
Neptune in Pisces a growing intuition into the nature of light.
Pluto in Capricorn the changes that make you better equipped.
The moon begins the week in Leo, the cat that favors sunshine- channel your inner feline to decipher that which is divine. The Cheshire grin is above you as this moon waxes crescent.
By 11 o’clock Eastern Time on Tuesday she will grow in Virgo, the sign of work. That cat knew that the sun supplies it, the Virgin knows best just how to apply it. She tends to routine but doesn’t let it obscure the richness that comes from two worlds in a stir. The Virgo Moon will wax through Wednesday and Thursday.
Friday and Saturday host a Libra Moon as she reaches the second quarter. On these final Gemini days a Libra mood breezes through trees that sway, filtering the sun into dazzling fairies, whatever you do at this time keep it airy.
A Scorpio moon heralds the first day of Summer, which occurs very late on Fathers Day Sunday, 11:30 pm Eastern Time. After we celebrate the Dads, and look back on the springtime we had, maybe before to sleep we drift, we can feel a certain Seasonal shift. With Scorpio sensors tuning in, Springtime ends and Summer begins. The Sun is now at its utmost height! Cheers to the timeless world of light!
The Mohawk Native Americans would call this week’s Full Cancer Moon, the Full Cold Moon, falling in the cold month of December. A New Year will find us before the weekend, allowing for the phrase Hindsight is 2020 to not only be a viral meme, but also a re-wakened dream. If myth’s are indeed, as Joseph Campbell said, public dreams (as opposed to dreams being private myths) there is indeed a pertinent myth to reflect as the new twenties gain their stride. That is the myth of Prometheus and Epimetheus. Foresight and Hindsight.
It was both Prometheus and his brother Epimetheus who sculpted all living creatures with clay. Epimetheus sculpted the various animals and beasts, with their horns, scales, wings, feathers, teeth and fur. But it was Prometheus that sculpted the humans last. He had no special gift to give them, as Epimetheus had already given these specialties to the animals, so Prometheus decided to make human beings walk upright like the Gods, and he gave them fire.
Epimetheus, in hindsight, can see the deep seated desire of the tiger, with his sharp teeth and powerful reflexes. In hindsight he can see the spacial craving of the bird, with it’s delicate and aeordynamic wing. He can see the swamp king’s alpha dream in the crocodiles scales teeth and giant jaw. But what of the human?
Prometheus made the human, not in hindsight, but in foresight. The human, with no horn, wing, or giant jaw, no beak or fur or retratctable claw, no antlers, scales or stinging tails, nothing special here to see, except that speical quality, of vision and fire, from eyes heart and mind, we can be in two different places at the same time.
The past and the future, who’s dividing line is so slight, it makes each tiny moment it’s own fire to ignite.
As Albert Camus said, “With rebellion, awareness is born.”
Tuesday night we will see the Cold Moon, December’s Full Moon, in Cancer during this Capricorn Season. A Cancer Full Moon is the Moon at it’s Moonest. Whatever the Moon does for you, it does it more on the Cold Moon, the Full Cancer Moon, in this start of the Winter Season.
To have foresight is also to have hindsight. To grasp a future is to understand it’s roots. In the Cold Moonlight of the Ocean of Memory, that forms an endless chain back to the place of myths themselves, can you feel your reality in it’s full mythic sense? Your own private myth of dreams, and your resonance to certain public dreams of myth? What would an Epimethean set of glasses tell you about yourself. And when Prometheus hands you that burning fennel stalk, in which way would you point it? What would you hope to illuminate?
As the Cold Moon begins to wane, it will still be bright and beautiful, weather permitting for New Years Eve, in the sign of Leo, the quintessential party animal. Though parties will be at a minimum this year, the Leo Moon lights any stage with a healthy dose of drama. A realistic re-rendering of any setting, living room, hallway, sidewalk, kitchen, as the stage that dramatically swaps out an old year for a new one.
The newfound Aquarian energy in the sky, with the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, is a giant twinkly wink from Prometheus and his gift of foresight.
Foresight can make way for important paradigm shifts, like the one that happened in the 16th century, when the Ptolemic Earth-centered model of the universe was replace by the Copernican Sun-centered one.
There is a very interesting article written by astrophysicist Peter D Usher that sees Shakespeare’s Hamlet as a dramatization of this paradigm shift. Hamlet symbolizes the awakening to a new infinite and Sun-centered universe. He is ultimately responsible for the death of the old king, Claudius, who shares Ptolemy’s first name.
The sky during this time in history shared a key characteristic as it does now, as Jupiter and Saturn go into what’s known as a “grand mutation”, shifting from 200 years of Earth conjunctions to a new 200 years of Air conjunctions. These Jupiter Saturn conjunctions are known as trigons. The full trigon cycle is 800 years, as it passes through each of the four elements.
In Shakespeare’s time the shift was from Water to Fire, and the fire of the Sun indeed became the new center.
Now it is from Earth to Air, as the Aquarian Age truly begins.
Hindight may be 2020, but that’s old news. Another year over and a new one just begun. Will we see another paradigm shift in 2021?
What a week we have in store, with a Solar Eclipse and so much more. The New Moon Sagittarius Solar Eclipse kicks of the beginning of the week with a burst of spirited horsepower. For the people in Chile it will really be a treat- as the Full light of the Sun will it’s opposite meet, in the darkness of daylight the insects will pause their applause, the temperature drops along with thousands of jaws. Parts of Argentina will see this as well, but alas, not here in the NorthEast of the U.S.
Yet even though en masse, our heads won’t be up, this event invites us to still get revved up, and feel united in a moment when time seems to disengage- Silent and in sight of, a brilliant New Age.
As Existentialist writer and philosopher, Rollo May said, “Human freedom involves our capacity to pause, to choose the one response toward which we wish to throw our weight.”
Saturn, the old SeaGoat of Time and Order, is at last committing to it’s forward journey into Aquarius on Thursday, the 17th. Back in late March, Saturn tested these strange Aquarian waters, but retrograded back into Capricorn by the beginning of July. This time, he advances with out looking back, and to make matters ever the more exciting, he will be joined by our Seasonal spirited horse, Jupiter, who will as well move into Aquarius on Saturday, the 19th. Saturn will continue in Aquarius until 2023, and Jupiter, until the end of next year. By the year 2023, big and powerful Pluto will step into this future as well, and be in the sign of Man until the year 2043.
It could be said, quite naturally, that the Aquarian Age is officially here. Aquarius, the sign of Freedom, Future, Evolution and Awareness. The Age of Aquarius is the age in which we become dynamically aware of our own Evolution.
Freedom, and the capacity to pause to choose a worthy response. A great cause for a pause.
As Mark Twain said, “the right word may be effective; but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.”
A worthy response reflects your true values. Little bells that ring like wind chimes inside and integrate a strong resonance of self. To become aware of our evolution is to become aware of the truly important values, for one and for all. A global wind chime with a resonance so strong, it is sensed in the present as a place we belong.
The future lives strong in the open space of a pause.
Speaking of open spaces, we are in the last week of Sagittarius, the sign of the horse, who’s affinity for open spaces is surpassed by none. The heart of the Sun and the mind of Mercury are already galavanting in the open green, and they will be joined on Tuesday by the gorgeous goddess of love. She charges forth with spirit, inspired by the previous day’s New Moon Eclipse.
The Goddess of Love knows all about the pause, as others might call it a rest. It is her sacred space, her negatively charged grace, like a waterfall under a Full Moon, or the aftermath of a rainy afternoon- she will applause the pause as one of nature’s best laws.
Mars deep in Aries, standing tall like Michelangelo’s The David, demonstrating courage in a most powerful and mature way as he comes into square with Pluto in Capricorn. His power coming from a sense of readiness. A mature and powerful readiness, to choose the right response to which he throws his weight.
Uranus in Taurus- Conscious evolution strengthening the all in tandem with strengthening the self- as Teilhard de Chardin wrote, “No evolutionary future awaits man except in association with all other men.”
Neptune in Pisces- Imagine all the people living for today
After the phenomenon of Mondays New Moon Eclipse, she will grow with sturdiness, as into Capricorn she slips. Tuesday and Wednesday will be excellent times, to reel in your energies and hear those wind chimes.
Expect strong breezes on Thursday, as she grows in Aquarius, the same day that Saturn takes that bold first step into the reality of the Water Bearer. We bearers of water, holding shape-shifts of responses, with awareness is birthed many new rennaisances! Celebrate the coming of a new age today, in the Season of the Horse, indulge in some full-hearted faith in the future.
The weekend welcomes a growing Pisces Moon and the atmosphere takes on a dreamy dimension, just in time for Jupiter’s entrance into Aquarius, where optimism meets the reality of future. Mercury will also be conjunct the Sun, integrating the life of the mind with the centrality of the heart. Limitless mind and centering heart, both which operate on through the powers of connection. To value these powers is to know our direction.
In the wake of this week’s New Moon Solar Eclipse,
Wings are things for bugs bats and birds, but they are also for hearts, souls, minds and words! Wings have always been waiting in the wings, so to speak, persuading our senses to hunger for peaks. Peaks of experience, when all is affirmed, lucid mountain-top-moments where true wealth is learned.
William Blake famously said, “No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.”
With Sagittarius’ totem planet in Capricorn, the sign of authenticity, and conjunct Saturn, the author of authenticity itself, there is extra attention to the authentic integrity of these wings. Pluto has been nearby as well for quite some time, as a stirring of kundalini enlivens these wings. And don’t tell me that you have no wings, I’ll just refer you straight to Muhammad Ali who said, “The man who has no imagination has no wings.”
What are these wings of yours that vibrate to such a particular voice, and animates a world of choice, appealing to those higher ceilings, and cheering on those freeing feelings.
Peter Pan and Mary Poppins seem to agree that the secret of flight lies in the heart’s delight.
What are these wings, and what song must they sing? What heights of true home claim these wings as our own? As the artist William Holman Hunt said, “The door of he human heart, can only be opened from the inside.”
Mercury, with winged sandals and winged helmet, flies in the upward nitrogen-rich air of Sagittarius. Approaching a square with Neptune the God of the Sea, he expands his zest for higher ceilings, to incorporate delicacies of ephemeral feelings. Perception is gleaming with the phenomena of sun mixed with sea. Rimbaud’s sense of eternity.
Venus in Scorpio, in a dramatic state, awakening like she did when she first met the snake. Have her senses been dormant? Has her pleasure been sleeping? Higher ceilings in question, fuller senses are creeping, upward as pre-flowering roots.
At the hub of this spirit to fly and soar, travels Mars in Aries, as the Will gets restored. The precious Will, with such high determination. Awakened senses and commitment to creation.
Uranus in Taurus- waking up a natural instinct, of flight through delight.
Neptune in Pisces, in dreams we reunite with our wings- but only with some deliberate intent.
The Moon begins the week waning into it’s 4th quarter in Virgo, the simple maiden of leisure and cultivation. In practical-Moon-fashion, she nudges us towards new habits, that favor these Sagittarian instincts. With a nurturing humm, she cultivates the treasures that put horse power in our soul; Laughter, anticipation, elevation, and the appetite for learning.
By mid-evening on Tuesday, she continues to wane now into Libra, and there is at last air in the sky. The air of what’s fair, in both sense of the word. The balance and also the beauty of a bird.
The Sun, near perceptive Mercury, comes into an exact square with Neptune Wednesday. Look a moment longer in any place that glimmers, feel in your heart a true signature of shimmer.
By later evening Thursday, a Scorpio Moon continues to slighten- and an earth magic is heightened. The next day the Sun goes into trine with Mars, carpe that diem for it truly is ours. Just like those vital things that give life to our wings- Be wakeful today, in the Warrior’s way.
The Scorpio Moon grins slimmer through Saturday. Slighter still by evening, as into Sagittarius it slips- to be New on Monday for a Full Solar Eclipse!
Unless you are in South America you won’t see it- but nonetheless- quite an event is headed our way! A mystifying sky, prompting that question of why? An upcoming wonder, who’s skies we stand under.
A staggering phenomenon to behold, seemingly unreal, yet governed by natural laws. Writer philosopher, Colin Wilson believed that peak experiences are also governed by natural laws. Laws that govern the structure of our consciousness. Are positive responses more intentional than negative ones? Can an active and purposive state of mind help you, in Wilson’s words, “sense the magnetic north of [your] existence”?
In the Season of the horse, this is the course. An altitude of attitude aiming straight for the source. Lucid-mountain-top moments, when all is affirmed, to be honored in memory as true wealth that’s been learned.
A Full Moon eclipse crowns the last day of November, dazzling in Gemini before the start of December.
Gemini sparkles with reflection of thought. The flint of the fire, and all we’ve been taught. Sparkling and glittering for centuries back- sensing a freedom and enlarging the crack, so more creativity can leak in, and keep us on track.
The archer pulls back the string of his bow. The arrow in flight shows the way life likes to grow.
From his book, The Phenomenon of Man, Teilhard de Chardin says this of Man’s true place in evolution: “Man is not the center of the universe as we once thought in our simplicity, but something much more wonderful- the arrow pointing the way to the final unification of the world in terms of life. Man alone constitutes the last-born, the freshest, the most complicated, the most subtle of all the successive layers of life.”
Sagittarius, the Season we are in right now, is that very arrow. The life of life itself, and it’s direction of growth.
With love, the future sets us free! The distant future, and the one of immediacy. In a world where nothing is static- the question does become, in which direction are you moving, and from where have you come? This is a question that can be asked at any given moment.
Sagittarius Season is bubbling with an effervescense, spreading with delightful incandescense, to remind us of our truest essence. Outward on streets, lights spring up as expected, inward a fire glows warm with direction.
Mercury will be in the deepest degrees of Scorpio on Monday, for the Gemini Full Moon eclipse. Gemini rules the hands. Teilhard de Chardin says that our arms became free, so we could hold our hands to our face, with narrower eyes, we could percieve what we hold in front of us- and thus, reflective thought was born. He says “Man came silently into this world”.
The next day, as December begins, the trickster goes into Sagittarius, with a growing confidence. The trickster realizes he holds the keys, his hands are free, like the sky and the sea.
Venus, the love goddess stirs in Scorpio. She overhears the trickster’s epiphany, and creates a stormy, passionate symphony. Seeing her gifts of art and love, as the fire that holds everything together from above. She breathes in the sweetness of a vibrant red rose, from her delicate hands, the whole world she does hold.
Mars moving onward in Aries in an epic voyage that’s lasted half a year! His lovers tune seducing his soul, freeing his vibrations to a place that is bold. As Robert Frost said, “Freedom lies in being bold.”
Jupiter moving away from Pluto and into a tighter conjunction with Saturn, in Capricorn, in tension with Aries’ fire. The strategy of caution serving hope in a most noble of ways. We’ve learned so much in these past few hundred days.
Uranus in Taurus- the evolution of nature, becoming more natural, to reflect on
Neptune in Pisces- the dream in the Seasonal archer’s heart- As Ralph Waldo Emerson said “we aim above the mark to hit the mark.”
The Moon as mentioned will be Full in Gemini at the beginning of the week, the sign of the hands, Aristotle’s “tool of tools”. Evidence of Sagittarian spirit shimmer in the stone carvings of the ancient world, at the skill of ancient hands.
Full Moons are nights of illumination.
As Langston Hughes said
“I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind-
And see that my own hands
The world that’s in my mind.”
In the later hours of Tuesday night she wanes gibbous in Cancer, her true habitat of Moon. Bears are beginnng to head to their caves, light is dwindling in the days. In the flourescence of the Horse’s Season, a Cancer Moon is a perfect reason, to find some Hooga with dimmed down lights. Store some power in the soul’s delight!
Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday host a Leo Moon, and the atmosphere is full of fire. The fire of expression! The radiant life of love. In our upward flight that moves to the right, who can push aside this Eternal delight. As Venus comes into trine with all encompassing Neptune, echoes of the Four Tops ring out into the ether- Reach out..
By Sunday afternoon, a Virgo Moon wanes on- in the spirit of learning, and the ever-in-motion weaving of the imagination with experience.
In which direction are you going, and where are you coming from?
Over the weekend we had a Seasonal shift, from Scorpio’s realm to Sagittarius’ lift. What did we learn in the profound outerbounds, in the deep zone of our bones where truth hangs around? What comes next? After an encounter with such mystery?
French surrealist artist Yves Klein said, “At first there is nothing, then there is a profound nothingness, after that a blue profundity.”
At the age of 19 Klein and his two friends, the artist Arman and composer Claude Pascal, lay on a beach in Southern France. They decided to divide the world between themselves. Pascal chose words, Arman chose the Earth, and Klein chose the sky.
What ensued was a life-long obsession and devotion to the color blue. Signing the sky with his hand, he committed to a quest to reach the far side of the infinite. He saw that unlike other colors that arouse specific associative ideas, blue at most suggests the sea and sky, and thus is “beyond dimension.”
Sagittarius Season celebrates this sense of blue. Beyond dimension. A place to dream, and feel a full sense of vitality. Though it’s true that November is known more for it’s falling temperature, the horse insists on acknowledging this place of blue space; this high of open sky.
Goethe, in his theory of colors, saw the blue sky to be the darkness of space, lit up by the presence of sunlight in our atmosphere. The deep space of beyond lit up before our eyes, with each waking day under the blue of the skies. But what of the deep space that exists from within, does it too become lightened, a blue sky built-in?
An inner blue sky, lightened with optimism, hope and acknowledgment. Beyond just a knowing, a showing of knowing.
You know the music is good, from the depths of the dark, but nodding your head acknowledges this spark. That joke is funny says the depths of you, but laughing acknowledges this fact to be true! Darkness made light, in the truth of the blue. From knowledge to acknowledgment, a major breakthrough!
With Thanksgiving on thursday, acknowledgment will rise, with appreciation to those we have loved for so long. The spirit of appreciation, the sweetest of songs. William James saw the craving of appreciation to be the deepest principle of human nature. Be generous with it in this skyward Season.
The planets are short on air this week. Social and connected air. Holidays for most will be celebrated remote. With both Mercury and Venus in Scorpio, communication and relating is not short on depth. Over the phone or online, connection is primed, to make up for these distances of space and timezone, with a sense of belonging, Scorpio’s powerful lodestone. And even if no socialization occurs, tune into a place, that makes your blood stir. Earth magic abounds from its depths and yours too, from a profound nothingness to the profundity of blue!
Venus will oppose the great awakener Uranus in the bountiful earth of Taurus. William Blakes thankful receiver who “bears a plentiful harvest.”
Mars moving onward from the middle of Aries, no other direction better for such energy. Must be the Season of the horse, with those wide open plains, the galvanized Will grips gladly the reigns!
Ready to check him are Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn, who continue in Capricorn a most hyper-real pattern. Empowered hope and strong practicality, looming threats and good news in the same actuality. As Robert Frost said, “the best way out is always through.”
Neptune in Pisces, the sea-chariot that navigates a blue inner-sky.
The Moon begins the week waxing gibbous in the later degrees of Pisces. Saturated with imaginative potential, be open to nuance, suggestion and subtlety- new roads of dreams are paved with discovery!
On Tuesday, original day of Mars, she will grow into Aries by mid morning. In the Season of Blue skies, a redness bursts forth. The connection of action to a home-base of hearth. As Rainer Maria Rilke wrote, “All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.”
This kindred fire of Moonlight grows through most of Thanksgiving day. Big and bold this Aries Moon, singing in red a mysterious tune; of memory, family, belonging and desire. Towards what does your wolf-like yearning aspire? Joyce Carol Oates called the blood “memory without language.”
By Friday as Venus receives her strongest electric wave from Uranus, the Moon, moving into luxurious Taurus, wants in on the act. A sensual relaxing yet altogether lively signature, much like the way Goethe described the color blue. In his words, “This color has a peculiar and almost indescribable effect on the eye. As a hue it is powerful- but it is on the negative side, and in its highest purity is, as it were, a stimulating negation. Its appearance, then, is a kind of contradiction between excitement and repose.”
Perhaps it is this blue energy that prompts Neptune to finally station to move direct, on Saturday, after nearly 5 months of retrograde. The stimulating negation, the effortless creation, of a dream.
By Sunday midday she waxes extremely gibbous in Gemini, and there is at last, air in the planetary line-up. Perspective and ease of rationality, a lightness perhaps or just some good old fashioned fresh air. She moves towards being not only a Full Moon, but a Full Moon Lunar Eclipse, in sparkling Gemini, the dance of the Twins. This event will be exact the following Monday, at 4 am, so both nights will be excellent opportunities to view it.
As a Lunar Eclipse, the earth will be in between the Sagittarian Sun and the Gemini Moon, casting an earth Shadow, darkening the light, likely casting a coppery-red tone. In the Season of lightened darkness, we have a darkened brightness. The Twins laugh with delight. Use the youthful energy of Gemini Moonbeams, to acknowledge possibilities that are yet to be seen. Shine the light on just one and create something new. And Gemini loves words, especially the ones that need to be heard. Acknowledge another, with a kind-hearted word, it may kindle music from happiness’ blue bird.
From granted to gracious, life gets more spacious.
Yves Klein wrote his name on the sky, painting monochrome surfaces to see with his own eyes- an “absolute freedom” (his words exact). For the horse, it’s a wide open space that attracts.