"Tilling the Force" by Jill A. Rupinski
Happy Earth Day and now slightly waning Full Moon! The Sun has recently entered Taurus, and the Moon hangs across it in Scorpio — both fixed, ‘cherubic’ signs.
Fixed earth, center of Spring’s inhalation, the Taurean Bull is capable of refined, hard-working yields, yet knows how to conserve its energy sometimes to the point of inaction or indifference. Air drawn in towards the self, Taurus prefers to sit perhaps Buddha-like beneath a tree, and is paradoxically stubborn in defending its sensuous, gentle approach. Nonetheless, the fires presently blazing in the sky prompt breakthrough events — now by choice, soon, sometime in the future beyond much of anyone’s ‘control’?
Venus-ruled like Libra, although maybe less focused than Libra on specifically accommodating others or merging wills, Taurus is a sign which seeks aesthetic beauty and sensual comfort at an arm’s reach. Taurus is solid, organized, lavish, steadfast and caring, yet also difficult, materialistic, lazy, didactic and pleasure-seeking.
Fixed water, center of Fall’s exhalation, the Scorpion comes off particularly sexual and prying — investigative, air sent out toward mysteries of ‘the other’ — to the degree that Taurus is sensual or more likely to maintain harmony. Certainly less apt to preserve peace, this Scorpio Full Moon conjures frictions, frustrations and moments of dramatic criticism characteristic of the first decan (ten days) of the Scorpion. While I actually didn’t experience much of these in direct relation to myself, even while Luna still waxed late through Libra I certainly witnessed frictions crop up for others — in their work days, by word of mouth, and so on.
But such encounters often come from a place of deeply enduring, eruptive meaning than more trivial moments throughout our days. They often litter our volcanic relationships, accentuating notes for better or worse, beckoning some kind of catharsis, transformation or new shift toward a place of greater clarity as to what our needs are. Taurus is a sign of very immediate pleasure surrounding the self; and Scorpio, rather than control something apparent, should probably be apparently controlled. The Scorpio ‘urge to merge’ is strong, and as sexy as the sign can be, it can come off needy, vampiric and over-involved.
Many stimulating and unpredictable aspects of the Aries New Moon sown two weeks ago are taking different forms now, with a heightened tug of war between ‘self’ and ‘other’ symbolized by Mars and Venus, rulers of Scorpio and Taurus. Another yin-yang folded on itself is that Taurus and Scorpio are at the center of seasons instigated by signs also ruled by Mars and Venus (Aries and Libra). Venus is currently in Aries, her ‘fall’, yet a Mars ruled sign. This factor, coupled with her conjunction to Uranus, emphasizing sorting out identity within relationships — sifting through for what works, burning through what doesn’t, what hasn’t been serving our rapidfire growth.
Mars and Saturn are now both retrograde in Sagittarius, a fast-moving sign energy all about centering on one’s ‘highest goals’, unifying targets and hitting them all — that is, to the extent we ‘should’ or might think of any as ‘highest.’ In such retrograde trust fall, both these traditionally ‘malefic’, dry planets are moving at different speeds back toward my natal Mars point of 7° Sagittarius in the 1st house they’ve transited over the last several months. Yet as they inevitably push past my natal degree point again, eventually moving into my 2nd house…
For me, these transits have manifested: blazingly quick accomplishments and lots of travel (Sagittarius); leaps and bounds toward prospects like getting a new car (travel, Sagittarius and a personally stacked 3rd house); getting a house of my own (2nd house indications of material assets)… yet also randomly shooting myself in the foot as to my speed or consistent focus on some of these things (oh Saturn). My 1st house Mars in Sagittarius hyper-indulgence doesn’t always help with this, but hey, I always have fun! Just finished this article in an hour at the airport, and I rarely write that quickly. It might suck, though.
Cheers to unpredictability, getting shit done and also not getting it done by getting other shit done instead!
Fixed earth, center of Spring’s inhalation, the Taurean Bull is capable of refined, hard-working yields, yet knows how to conserve its energy sometimes to the point of inaction or indifference. Air drawn in towards the self, Taurus prefers to sit perhaps Buddha-like beneath a tree, and is paradoxically stubborn in defending its sensuous, gentle approach. Nonetheless, the fires presently blazing in the sky prompt breakthrough events — now by choice, soon, sometime in the future beyond much of anyone’s ‘control’?
Venus-ruled like Libra, although maybe less focused than Libra on specifically accommodating others or merging wills, Taurus is a sign which seeks aesthetic beauty and sensual comfort at an arm’s reach. Taurus is solid, organized, lavish, steadfast and caring, yet also difficult, materialistic, lazy, didactic and pleasure-seeking.
Fixed water, center of Fall’s exhalation, the Scorpion comes off particularly sexual and prying — investigative, air sent out toward mysteries of ‘the other’ — to the degree that Taurus is sensual or more likely to maintain harmony. Certainly less apt to preserve peace, this Scorpio Full Moon conjures frictions, frustrations and moments of dramatic criticism characteristic of the first decan (ten days) of the Scorpion. While I actually didn’t experience much of these in direct relation to myself, even while Luna still waxed late through Libra I certainly witnessed frictions crop up for others — in their work days, by word of mouth, and so on.
But such encounters often come from a place of deeply enduring, eruptive meaning than more trivial moments throughout our days. They often litter our volcanic relationships, accentuating notes for better or worse, beckoning some kind of catharsis, transformation or new shift toward a place of greater clarity as to what our needs are. Taurus is a sign of very immediate pleasure surrounding the self; and Scorpio, rather than control something apparent, should probably be apparently controlled. The Scorpio ‘urge to merge’ is strong, and as sexy as the sign can be, it can come off needy, vampiric and over-involved.
Many stimulating and unpredictable aspects of the Aries New Moon sown two weeks ago are taking different forms now, with a heightened tug of war between ‘self’ and ‘other’ symbolized by Mars and Venus, rulers of Scorpio and Taurus. Another yin-yang folded on itself is that Taurus and Scorpio are at the center of seasons instigated by signs also ruled by Mars and Venus (Aries and Libra). Venus is currently in Aries, her ‘fall’, yet a Mars ruled sign. This factor, coupled with her conjunction to Uranus, emphasizing sorting out identity within relationships — sifting through for what works, burning through what doesn’t, what hasn’t been serving our rapidfire growth.
Mars and Saturn are now both retrograde in Sagittarius, a fast-moving sign energy all about centering on one’s ‘highest goals’, unifying targets and hitting them all — that is, to the extent we ‘should’ or might think of any as ‘highest.’ In such retrograde trust fall, both these traditionally ‘malefic’, dry planets are moving at different speeds back toward my natal Mars point of 7° Sagittarius in the 1st house they’ve transited over the last several months. Yet as they inevitably push past my natal degree point again, eventually moving into my 2nd house…
For me, these transits have manifested: blazingly quick accomplishments and lots of travel (Sagittarius); leaps and bounds toward prospects like getting a new car (travel, Sagittarius and a personally stacked 3rd house); getting a house of my own (2nd house indications of material assets)… yet also randomly shooting myself in the foot as to my speed or consistent focus on some of these things (oh Saturn). My 1st house Mars in Sagittarius hyper-indulgence doesn’t always help with this, but hey, I always have fun! Just finished this article in an hour at the airport, and I rarely write that quickly. It might suck, though.
Cheers to unpredictability, getting shit done and also not getting it done by getting other shit done instead!