LIBRA FULL MOON HOROSCOPES
The Libra Moon is growing full...
Officially, April 5th at 9:34pm Pacific - 16º Libra
Achieving a personal goal is challenging, filled with rewards and also waves of loneliness…triumph and also painful tests of confidence. This full moon feels like an opportunity to heal the wounds of that warrior in us….to slow down the self-reliant race car and ask for directions, refuel with friends, lovers, food, flowers…anything to help counterbalance the rough-edges of individuality. Like playing with dolls, a sovereign part of us can stay separate, hold its bearings as another part is submerged in the pleasure of mutual play.
As we move into an intense Aries eclipse later this month, we may notice that not everything or everyone is a good match to our world-building style…making this moon also a good moment to take inventory, to choose quality over quantity and tapper off from projects that aren't clarifying your path. Be loyal to your values, honest about your desires - listen to each other and grow.
Getting along has a metronome, a steady click click back and forth. I bought you coffee so you owe me a ride. We clock these subtleties of reciprocity and sense when it is lopsided. Lots of love has been lost to the lopsided. What might it look like to take these imbalances less personally, to feel secure enough to give without IOU. How might we set parts of ourselves aside to be a gift giver, and how might we receive without guilt. Let what is off-center be less important than the joy of sharing this ride together.
It's hard to get out of your own way sometimes, to expose yourself fully to intuition. But the universe doesn’t expect you to come up with all your great ideas with just your ego-parts. Sometimes we need a tree branch to fall on our head, or a bad night of sleep…anything to dislodge the preciousness around selfhood. Some might call this giving up, others call it being a wizard. Let yourself shed the fears that keep you from gut feelings, keep you from marveling at your undefinable parts.
Half the work is keeping up with a rotating bio. New jobs, new skills, new hobbies. We ‘maintain’ a resume like a motor. The oil light, tire pressure, new hashtags, new updates. Most of us don’t have the time or tools to do a diagnostic test on a mission statement. It may be that time to slow down and open the hood, do a mechanical spell-check, take a look at yourself on paper. You are high-quality fuel, make sure the ways you talk about yourself reflect the sweet sounds of your motor.
When someone exhibits qualities we aspire for in ourselves, we imitate. In your face, a million other faces. A million other eyebrows and earlobes, seen in movies or at lunch with a friend. Head tilt to head tilt, re-consolidated with the kink in your neck, we are creatures made of mirrors. Try yourself out in different ways, and see how it resonates. Trust that mimicry will always have to reckon with your individual spark, burning off the veneer into the shape of your truth.
All we need at work sometimes is for someone to bring muffins. To surprise us with something sweet. All meetings are more useful when everyones mouths are full of raisons, hands covered in butter. All we need is a nervous system thats fed and alive, that gets paid to use all five senses. All we need is the smell of each other, shoulder to shoulder as we hover over the plate. You have the power to add that extra puff of perfume, to fill the boring hours with a much needed dose of a shared treat.
We travel because we need the stress of airports and unfamiliar food and public bathrooms and cortisol. We travel because we are tired of being in control. We travel to gamble on reality, to wake up in other dimensions as another person. And still, a quiet part of you remains the same…a quiet part has preferences, a way of settling in no matter what carpet or bed. Notice these deeper standards that stay the same - appreciate those anchors as the dopamine hops, one multi-dimensional you to another.
Artists work at cafes to make coffee beautiful, to write "feeling tipsy? on the jar by the register. Sure, one might prefer to sell paintings, to be on stage or feverishly write a novel - but the urge for beauty is not discerning, wherever you go your mojo goes too. Whether you're in an office cubical or sewing your own clothes, pressing up against your environment no matter how mundane, will always expose your creative eye. Keep looking, keep making, keep coffee from going cold, keep trust-falling into your own style.
If you want to get your house in order, invite people over. Only then will you clean out the closet, hang framed photos, dig up decorative curtains from the basement. When a foreign eye strikes our personal place, we become our own anthropologist...what human leaves this corner a mess ? Why all of sudden this bowl of fruit, flowers, fancy hand soap ? Notice how others make you wanna move your furniture around. Sometimes being a good host to others helps us realize ways we haven't been a guest of honor to ourselves.
Some of your greatest ideas are only halfsies, heads or tails. A coin needs a number stamped on both sides, a mark to let us know how much to value it. With only one side adorned, a piece of nickel-copper might as well be a rock in your shoe. Some parts of you must be willing to relinquish the things you can't do alone, to risk your personal brand in order to fill out its value. With others, you have the potential to establish a new currency, a co-design that rounds out the gold of your genius.
The inner-other sits on your stoop with flowers, waiting for you to get back from work. The inner-other goes for a long walk, cooks you dinner, declares tonight is film night. With all the hustle and bustle of the workplace, it is time to ask your subtle self to slow dance. Drift into the pleasure of no interruptions, take a nap in a dimly lit room. Know that there is peace to find in those places you get nothing done, nothing except the intimacy of your own thoughts, nothing but enjoyment with yourself.
Architects must know…the years of toiling over aerodynamics and foundational integrity… the rising up from the the ground one slab after another until something peaks over the landscape. All this hard work behind the scenes, only for people to walk all over it, drive their cars across it, make phone calls from inside its windows...as they say, good design is invisible. Tap into this skill, of making something so smart, clean and easy to navigate, that it helps us function better together, whether we know it or not.
Sometimes survival comes down to shared information about shortcuts. The joy of a teacher who has done all the research already, has distilled ten years of wandering into a weekend workshop for you. Sometimes the most valuable resource is another persons mistakes, so that you have a guidepost or model to give shape to your own. Let yourself get mixed up in how others have invested themselves, where they have put their money and time and where that winding path has led them. If you take good notes, you might get there faster.