This week, my lungs have made like the skies and opened up. Softly at first, unfurling the way petals do as they stretch themselves wide before the sunlight. And then almost urgently, until they could do nothing but surrender. Wider, wider. Breathing feels easier, there is a flow more readily available to me than in the weeks before.
With the Sun in the sign of Aquarius and the Moon in Pisces, I’m feeling a renewed sense of self. Pluto has recently traversed my 12th house, and Jupiter is preparing to enter the house of my ascendant in its Sagittarian domain. Transit wise, there are many shifts influencing the way I see my self-worth, artistic vision, creative potential and relationships. It is becoming easier to love. Easier to trust myself. Easier to exist without constantly questioning or worrying about whether I am deserving of being here. I am loved, I am held, and I am so worthy.
Aquarius season has asked that I dive deep into a web of my own idealizations. I am untangling what inspires me, beginning to curiously ask myself why I continue to distort my own image and shattering the mirror that has captivated me in haze. I’m experiencing a renewed sense of clarity, self-determination and self-appreciation. Sun in Aquarius has been asking me, “why do you fear your worth? Why do you repress your gifts, and only engage with them when they can be molded to conformity?” I imagine my soul, when it yearns for expression and is not met with such, as a boarded up window, often blocked from letting light in or out and a kind of darkness swallowing itself. I imagine myself slowly picking apart the stencils that I have tried to bleed color within; these boundaries cannot contain what I have to offer anymore.
I am in a turning point in my life. Everything is about to change, and soon it will become dangerous to doubt myself. I cannot afford to hide behind fear or conformity anymore, and Aquarius season is willing me out of my own misery with the promise of one thing: air. For too long, I have associated water with the element of nurturance, but Aquarius season is showing me that air, too, can nurture. Air supports the spirit’s desire to soar, gives it the freedom to explore without limitations or boundaries, and constantly nourishes inspiration. It is through air that we can prepare for form, and the efforts leading up to full materialization are worth cherishing for as long as possible.
One of the softest, most encouraging aides that I’ve worked with over the last couple of weeks has appeared to me in the form of an herbal infusion blend. When I consume this special tea, I can feel my muscles loosening up before me. Softer, softer. And the tension stored in my body begins to disintegrate, my head feels less heavy. Lighter, lighter still. And she is so sweet, bringing salivating salvation with every mouth full. ‘6 in flux’ is she, the tea blend that has relieved me of the most uncomfortable congestion and closed Heart. I prepare her daily, often in a small tumbler when I walk to work in the morning and more frequently as I wind down at night. She requires no additional sweetener; her licorice offerings are pungent enough. She has helped alleviate worry, ground me in presence and gratitude, and return to my loving nature that is often forgotten when I engulf myself in stress. All in all, she has become my favorite companion for honoring my Heart space and physical health, and she is currently available for purchase so you may begin working with her as well.
She is named for the ways that she brings me back into Love and health, and honors my personal energetic fluctuation. I’ve become more self-aware of the pressure I put on myself to maintain high energetic vibrations and constantly feel like I’m on top of my spiritual practice. But in truth, the magic is accentuated when I experience my lows. There are lessons to be silently affirmed, and stillness to settle into. There is breathability again, and I am so grateful to be here. Be well, be still and be Love.