THE FULL MOON + POEM-SCOPES
Today's full moon in Aquarius + a teeny horoscope for each sign.
|emmalea russo||Aug 15, 2019|
Dearest cosmically-inclined readers,
Hi friends! First, let’s talk about what’s going on today with this moon thing. Then, a horoscope-poemy offering for each sign under the influence of today’s lunar event.
The moon is almost full and will likely be at its fullest at the time you’re reading this. 8:29AM ET is the exact time and we’re talking about a cosmic zap of culminating energy that I waxed about for 13-minutes on the podcast here. As I look at the chart for today’s full moon, and remember that luminary hanging in the sky last night so bright and white and pink, I think of the elements air and fire. Aquarius, an air sign, slices through the white light white heat of Leo (fire fire fire).
These are dynamic elements. Air and fire, after all, want to move. They want to help each other get into the crevices, they want to escalate and maneuver. It’s not to have and to hold. It’s to do and to swerve. Air fans the fire and the cool crisp burst of Aquarius offers us a magic carpet on which to ride, a fresh perspective on our hearts and centers, our passions and afflictions.
When we look at a full moon chart, we see that the full moon is directly across from the sun, gazing upon its heat. In this case, the full Aquarian (forward-thinking, revolutionary, mental) moon, beholds a whole crew of planets in Leo. We’re talking Mercury, Mars, the Sun, and Venus. It’s safe to say the heavenly sphere is on fire. And Venus and the Sun are still traveling together, the Sun holding Venus at its hot center, a throne cut just for her. People are falling in love. People are making things. People are beholding the glory of their Venusian feminine. Cy Twombly says so:
My take on the Leo-Aquarius polarity and the energetics and responsibilities of this lunation today:
FULL MOON POEM-SCOPES FOR ALL SIGNS
People are strange when you’re a stranger so introduce yourself. Throw your personal brand of heat into the collective bonfire and fan the flames of your future-self. Groups are just a cluster of individuals, after all.
It matters. But like, does it really really matter? You have a clear line of sight from your past to your future, your root chakra to your crown. What’s feeding the machine?Time is a circle. We might need to redefine progress.
There’s a soft voice calling you to do something extravagant and adventurous. If you keep brushing it off, it will find a loudspeaker and your head will become the stadium. Heed the call and find a rocket ship.
You know that Pink Floyd song about money? Let it be your lullaby and battle cry. Let the moonlight hit your face whilst you think about what you value most and where perhaps you are being undervalued.
Everything is personal. Everything, everything, everything, is personal. It’s okay. You don’t have to make it impersonal. You just have to ask yourself how you merge with the universal life force and other people. Simple enough. Love with a love that is more than love.
Repeat after me, I know the unknown will be known to me. Please do put your own oxygen mask on before exploring the unknown. One Virgoan foot on the ground and the other splashing in subconscious waters.
Art is not necessarily a guaranty of sanity. But it might be. Make stuff. If your art is bread, make bread. Keep making until you feel whole and then make some more. Ground yourself in the elements until you feel at home in the dynamism of creation.
Follow the strange sensations down to the land from whence you came. The underworld, the heavens, and the earthly sphere all start to resemble each other at some point. And so it might be time to define “home.”
Communicate now. The moon shines upon your ability to transmute thoughts into words. Write! Says the moon. Fellow Sag Emily Dickinson said that she knows nothing in the world with as much power as a word. Start with one wor(l)d.
What do you live amongst and what do you house? If the outer world is a reflection of what’s going on inside, examine both with cataclysmic precision and start rearranging stuff. Neurons, electrons, environs.
Be the revolutionary force, the steady reminder that we’re all one weird unit. If your fellow travelers look at you funny, that just means you’re doing it right. The lunar light is doing some direct transmissions in your own language.
Revelation can happen whilst doing the simplest of tasks. Doing the dishes is zen if you want it to be, after all. The good moon will shine upon you as you oscillate between the float tank and drudgery-zen of daily routines.
THANK YOU FOR READING! I hope you have a magical, restful, and sweet full moon day…week…month…year.
Please reply with your thoughts and questions. And if you want to work together, here’s a list of offerings.
In lunar light,