The first Full Moon of the year will be here on Thursday the 28th. The January Full Moon is known as the Wolf Moon, as it was traditionally believed that wolves howled more at this time because of winter hunger. The Wolf Moon will paradoxically be in the sign of Leo, making it a breed of dog and cat. An archetypal mix of belonging and spontaneity.
Many good dogs eagerly anticipate the arrival of their person after a long day of work- and the sight of a sparkly ball sends the average cat into a multiverse of possible spontaneous reactions. What does this Moon speak of in combining these two themes?
Could it be that we, as humans, are curious creatures whose belonging becomes more clear in moments of spontaneity?
Is this why we laugh with those we feel most at home with? Is this evolution itself making sure that we stay supple and moveable, like a good flame?
Opposite this Moon will be a trinity of Aquarius, with Sun Jupiter and Saturn. The sign of freedom, lit up and made expansive by Jupiter, yet with it’s own laws of Saturn. The age-old debate on Free Will. Is it ours or is it not?
Squaring all of this is Mars in Taurus near the Great Awakener, Uranus. Taurus is wonderful magic of homeostasis, always at work in our physiology.
And maybe herein lies a clue. We are free, but our body knows things that are good for us, and ‘good for us’ speaks on so many different levels (emotionally, physically, morally, for example).
William James said, “the question of free will is insoluble on strictly psychological grounds”. Is he referring to the mysterious balancing act of our physiology, as well as hinting at some greater mystery?
Is to be truly free to surrender to your true being?
Scorpio, Taurus’ opposite, knows that to some extent, the Will must surrender itself to the mystery of inner balance.
Free Will is embedded in the word spontaneity comes from the latin root sponte, “of one’s own will.” The spontaneous delights of children are likely the best reminder of how good it is to grab a joy where it can be found. “Kiss it as it flies” as William Blake would say.
Maybe this Full Moon can inspire us to do this. And in a moment of free-willed joy feel a solid place of belonging.
Bound to be unbound, and unbound you are bound to come back around, to where you are bound?
Anyway, a howl-roar to the first Full Moon of 2021!
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.
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.