Tonight’s full moon, otherwise known as the hunter’s moon, is absolutely destabilizing, which is the opposite of what we expect from good-citizen, good-life Taurus, where it is taking place. That’s because this moon is conjunct game-changing Uranus while Venus, which rules Taurus, is still retrograde. In lay-lady’s terms, this means we’re being asked–nay, forced–to reassess our personal resources—what we have, what we can summon— and to increase our receptivity, which is what Venus is really about, especially to the divine resources of the universe. So it’s no surprise that today all my tarot readings contained the Empress, the High Priestess, and Nine of Pentacles, otherwise known as Venus in Virgo; powerful icons of radical receptivity, all three. In other words, it’s time for us to open our hearts, minds, wallets, and, dammit, legs lest the Good Mother do it herself. During this season’s major cosmic push and pull, I suggest saging, salt-bathing, majorly unplugging and, of course, scheduling a reading with me if you’re so inclined. Intuitive sessions are especially illuminating in this glow.
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The Mirrors Are Walls
In some selfies–a lot of them; mine, too–I see this hunger. I don’t see self-confidence and I don’t see arrogance, or, rather, arrogance is a subsidiary, a weak little land-staking, a bleat in a black hole. At heart, it’s fear: “Am I here? Do you really see me? Will I land somewhere safe this time if I remind you that my visage earns its keep? Can this glimpse of my face–my beautiful, hurt, craning face– remind you that I am someone worthy of keeping in your mind’s eye in other moments of the day as well?” What I really see in selfies is this: “Please, God, please. Don’t let me disappear without a trace.” If only we could really feel it, really grasp the truth: We are all, each of us, beloved children of the universe.
White Flags in the Literary Tunnel
Exposed lady (Milton Avery)