15.07.2020
As we wade through the final days of our manic mid year eclipse season, we tread the path of opposition once more. A significant shimmer yet ripples along the Cancer Capricorn axis, the wrestle between the poles still evident, rustling the fallen leaves as we shuffle towards new lunation.
The sun in the concluding degrees of Cancer is defiantly opposing the Capricorn dancers once more. We feel again the constriction of our own resistance. We dance once more with our unwillingness to own the show.
First to oppose was our gentle giant Jupiter, expanding the frame and the field. Revealing the knowledge not yet integrated, lessons still trailing unlearned from backpacks overstuffed with pointing fingers. Blame and reactivity make horribly eviscerating bedfellows.
Next and now-ish our dark lord Pluto still chanting rebirth no matter what, no matter how. Avoidance is its own unholy curse, aided and abetted by projection. You can howl at those who tickle your triggers and push your tenderest buttons, whether by accident or design. You can fire pass agg shots across the bow and disavow your twitching finger. You can run sobbing for the hills. But your lonely cries will echo unsalved until you realise that the good work of disabling dem buttons is solely your own.
Still we dance with the shadows of this eclipse axis, as Saturn sternly looms muttering under his breath about not shirking the work.
No one else can do it for you. This week everything you feel coming at you is a gift, best unwrapped in the privacy of your heart's chamber as the dark moon draws the curtain. These concluding days are a powerful portal for those willing to cross the threshold.
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When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
~ Mary Oliver
Art by Tali Lennox @talilennox
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020