As both scientists and performers know, there is a moment where things have suddenly gotten out of hand, and by this I mean, they have come alive. Unpredictability is the gift of everything that grows.
It’s a passionate moon, and even a healing one. That said, we are not free, we are caught, pinned even. Commitment, certainty, a change and a choice that looks ahead…
The Full Moon is a big reveal… The organic shape that love makes is not without complications. What is seduction after all, but the lure of the hidden, the promise of the partially revealed.
Being provoked and using that provocation to tell you something about your hotspots, rather than letting yourself be drawn into situations that you know are not what you want. Respond, don’t react.
Give yourself time to breathe and sit, with whatever is happening for you…
The Sun, Chiron, and Venus are together: only authenticity, only originality, and they manage a sextile to both Saturn and our Mars/North node. A kite takes shape. What happens moves the plot. Let’s not begrudge the second act of our play it’s defining characteristics.
It’s an umbrella. Or something like one. A little bit of a magic shelter. A kiss with a flavor of destiny.
Beautiful amateurs, that’s what it looks like. I do believe we will take what we know, and try.
The sky of the Full Moon in Taurus is so stark as to look plainly and simply mechanical. A metronome that only tics one way, a wind up clock that takes us into a time we seem to be avoiding.