So, as we're invited to share our experience of these days, I want to do so in the spirit of seeking to contribute my small part to this pattern tracing and seeing.
This trecena of Jaguar has brought me closer to developing a plan around a creative project involving astrological magic. And as a Hellenistic astrologer, I'm seeing how this trecena dances with the astrology I practice, and that each is reflected in the other. As Mars winds up its time in Leo - one of the signs (along with Cancer) of the long Mars retrograde we had beginning late last year, there's been some spikiness in our big cat territory. But Mars heads into Virgo soon, finally closing out that epic retrograde story. Meanwhile, the Moon in Leo met with Mars yesterday - not a comfortable moment at all - especially with dark old Pluto squatting in (a loose, whole sign) opposition, stirring up darkness & applying pressure. But this day felt ripe for channeling creative energy, and purging emotional crap.
Like Julian says above, there's been a strong sense of negativity - I've been taken by surprise with this as I usually feel pretty positive and can find some uplift - even during dark days. But feelings of frustration, of failing or "what's the point" have hovered near me with this Jaguar trecena. And how over everything I felt - including the endless apocalypse porn that's grabbed even the normies of the world.
However yesterday, I decided to just get outside and be with the tree giants. And then in my wild garden near the forest I swept up leaves, did some hard work and sweated out a lot of negativity and gunk. In the evening, I headed out to a gig, despite it being quite a drive from my home, and being tired I was tempted to stay home in the quiet. I'm not great at being in big crowds, but someone had gifted me a free ticket to a live music performance and wanted me to come with them, and I knew I'd enjoy when I got there. So I went without overthinking it.
The gig was held at a major venue in my city - expensive, and high-tech - right on the river that runs through the heart of the city. You can feel the river spirits always, as well as a sense of uneasy restlessness. And last night I felt the ancestors of place - who were not only acknowledged - but perhaps drawn to the music which had old Earth magic in it. It was an artist by the name of Beth Gibbons, and with her band she's touring here from the UK. Many will know her older songs, but I really love her new work which is wrought with strange dreams, grief for the earth, for lost time and beauty. The music would have been better outside, under the stars with bonfire burning, because the music itself felt ancient and elemental. Something that echoed old english druids seeped through.
But even though we were inside, the music fed from the serpentine energy of the river that flowed through. And in the singing was the voice of a wise, older artist who offers her heart, her life experience, and a fierce love for the Earth to help us feel out of our numbness. And no, it wasn't the most knock-out performance I've been to. The audience was very staid and well-behaved in that formal atmosphere, but they were generous. There was a good-heartedness in the room. And it was something about being there with thousands of others, and allowing the songs to flow through me that was effortless and transmuting. Even though it had required me to make the effort to show up. Attending that performance alchemized something about this trecena. It was a gentler surrender and allowing that shifted the heat and itch, the dismay. I could feel those old spirits of place - from here and from far away - around me.
So, as we're invited to share our experience of these days, I want to do so in the spirit of seeking to contribute my small part to this pattern tracing and seeing.
This trecena of Jaguar has brought me closer to developing a plan around a creative project involving astrological magic. And as a Hellenistic astrologer, I'm seeing how this trecena dances with the astrology I practice, and that each is reflected in the other. As Mars winds up its time in Leo - one of the signs (along with Cancer) of the long Mars retrograde we had beginning late last year, there's been some spikiness in our big cat territory. But Mars heads into Virgo soon, finally closing out that epic retrograde story. Meanwhile, the Moon in Leo met with Mars yesterday - not a comfortable moment at all - especially with dark old Pluto squatting in (a loose, whole sign) opposition, stirring up darkness & applying pressure. But this day felt ripe for channeling creative energy, and purging emotional crap.
Like Julian says above, there's been a strong sense of negativity - I've been taken by surprise with this as I usually feel pretty positive and can find some uplift - even during dark days. But feelings of frustration, of failing or "what's the point" have hovered near me with this Jaguar trecena. And how over everything I felt - including the endless apocalypse porn that's grabbed even the normies of the world.
However yesterday, I decided to just get outside and be with the tree giants. And then in my wild garden near the forest I swept up leaves, did some hard work and sweated out a lot of negativity and gunk. In the evening, I headed out to a gig, despite it being quite a drive from my home, and being tired I was tempted to stay home in the quiet. I'm not great at being in big crowds, but someone had gifted me a free ticket to a live music performance and wanted me to come with them, and I knew I'd enjoy when I got there. So I went without overthinking it.
The gig was held at a major venue in my city - expensive, and high-tech - right on the river that runs through the heart of the city. You can feel the river spirits always, as well as a sense of uneasy restlessness. And last night I felt the ancestors of place - who were not only acknowledged - but perhaps drawn to the music which had old Earth magic in it. It was an artist by the name of Beth Gibbons, and with her band she's touring here from the UK. Many will know her older songs, but I really love her new work which is wrought with strange dreams, grief for the earth, for lost time and beauty. The music would have been better outside, under the stars with bonfire burning, because the music itself felt ancient and elemental. Something that echoed old english druids seeped through.
But even though we were inside, the music fed from the serpentine energy of the river that flowed through. And in the singing was the voice of a wise, older artist who offers her heart, her life experience, and a fierce love for the Earth to help us feel out of our numbness. And no, it wasn't the most knock-out performance I've been to. The audience was very staid and well-behaved in that formal atmosphere, but they were generous. There was a good-heartedness in the room. And it was something about being there with thousands of others, and allowing the songs to flow through me that was effortless and transmuting. Even though it had required me to make the effort to show up. Attending that performance alchemized something about this trecena. It was a gentler surrender and allowing that shifted the heat and itch, the dismay. I could feel those old spirits of place - from here and from far away - around me.
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