sunlight streaming through gold dusted window panes, spontaneous thunderstorms and the rejuvenation that is sure to follow, morning kisses from Spirit and plump hydrangea clouds peeking over glass bottle mouths. these are the rites of spring, the affirmations of shifting seasons and new abundance to come. to be present during this change is to witness godliness.
march has been a whirlwind of questions, emerging answers and still more inquiries to untangle. it’s certainly been a month of rapid materialization, uncomfortable confrontation and anxiety over self-worth.
from last week’s virgo full moon, this message came through to me and still holds true: “this full moon in sidereal virgo is a wise and gentle reminder that we cannot hide from our counterpart. it is time to relinquish fear and the ongoing internal monologue that we are not equipped to experience ourselves, that we are somehow undeserving of wholeness or transformative change in our lives. comfort is not physical, and as we are coming to the realization that the physical is not comfortable, it may be time to depart from our fixation on being “comfortable” in order to affirm being supported.”
this cycle feels like a series of amendments with self and Spirit. there are many apologies long overdue that seem to be coming up, holding space for us to explore the narratives we renew unconsciously, and to do so without judgement. ad moving beyond apologizing and owning up to ourselves, there is another message that has been clear in my Heart.
the plantitas are calling out. they have been abused. made to be separate, disembodied from themselves, picked apart and compartmentalized. they don’t want to just be healing things. they want acknowledgement. care. love.
I recently asked each of them to come to the space and be present with me. thanked them. offered my sorrows, my apologies. and they asked me to get rose, get rose. where is she?
she was forgotten. she has perhaps the longest history of abuse and she wants to be made whole. she asked to me dipped in the water with baby’s breath. they sit on my windowsill soaking up moonlight.
they are healing. together we will remedy this forgotten love.
and so we are moving into a space where mutual respect will birth new waves of confidence, creativity and exploration. as pisces season enters the last half of its cycle, slowly preparing us to embody our newly recognized truths for aries season come mid-april, there are still many relationships and dynamics to consider. to carefully examine and hold supportive space to part with old ways.
this is a deeply felt cycle for me, as my natal pisces moon is swimming in self-actualization and navigates panicked emotions that come up with affirming that i, too, must bend. I must flow and come apart, and in the undoing i will always find the pieces that resonate most. I offer my quietest, softest reminders of love, strength, and remembrance. thank you, and be well.