I have a lot of dreams about being in an earthquake. And tornadoes. And car crashes. And every time it happens, it goes like this; Time slows down, I see every moment as an eternity, and just like what I imagine would happen if I was watching a wreck on the Moon, there’s so much time and subtle perfection that it’s almost laughable.
Blessed New Moon love. ✨
May you find a starlit home in your rituals today, steeped in autumn belonging, breathing deep in the dark and holy womb where the yet-to-come is nested.
This New Moon feels like a big one to me, perhaps because it precedes the coming eclipse season. Maybe because it’s the new moon before I head out on tour and that Full Moon Lunar Eclipse in Pisces is happening on September 17th. (Which is my natal moon placement and just before Venus Exalted’s double-header in Ashland! )
Whatever it is, I feel the resonance of the Virgo-Pisces axis, because it speaks to the polarity between the ethereal and the tangible, the otherworldly and the mundane. Which could be one definition of Art. And as a species, I wonder how well do we inhabit the paradox of that duality?
A worthy inquiry to consider during this cycle might be:
“How do I indulge my imagination and experience of the Mystery while also being present and responsible in the nitty-gritty of this Earthly realm?”
I hope we can all find ourselves in the synchronistic orchestra of all-of-it, with a solid knowing that a multitude of vibrations are all conspiring for our highest calling and expression to blossom forth.
If this sounds too fantastical or rose-colored for you, consider the possibility that dancing with your unique sense of sacred beauty and expressing your truest self could the most radical thing you can do in dire times of beauty such as these.
May you revel in the ineffable. And take a humble stab at articulating it’s majestic presence. You never know, it just might allow you to metabolize the suffering and grief that’s inherent in this earthly experience, giving you the resilience to carry on.