It’s Sunday… astrologically ruled by Sun. Today Sun sits at the critical karmic last degree of 29.
Early morning here tomorrow Sun slides into Virgo… the Maiden, the Vestal Virgin, the discriminator par excellence… the Medicine Woman committed to her craft… the healing presence, the temple goddess. The body specialist.
Her connection to everything bundled into one
Her awareness of the macro and the micro… how deeply intertwined they are
Her clarity and vision… humility and soothing
She’s had a bad rap through patriarchy.
Up and down I go… bit like the tide
I try to distract in the most wholesome way… immersing myself in the healing rays of Mother Nature
it mostly works… lifts me out of the heavy collective soup
I need to be vigilant
call on my Virgo pal… to keep my space sacred
keep out all the riff raff
all the ugly
all the stealing my peace
my connection to myself
What I’ve discovered… as I make my way through the howling winds
the angry mobs
the noise, the noise, the noise
that without me… I have nothing. Worse than death
contemplating such an existence… is horrifying
an emptiness no words describe
I am my saviour… in me I find everything I need
to doubt that… takes me to another level of hell
Trust during these times is so precious
staying close to my Self
and if I let go of the rope just for a moment… I quickly grab it back and hold on tight.
The incredible Sacred Gift of my Self… so knowing, present and complete.