VIRGO FULL MOON HOROSCOPES: SATURN IN PISCES
The Virgo Moon is growing full...
officially, Tuesday March 7th at 4:40am Pacific - 16º Virgo
This is a big month. This Virgo moon is closing out a lot of longer trends...putting to rest several life chapters and preparing for different challenges, different solutions. A wild card of new moods and modalities are about to settle in, starting with Saturn entering Pisces !
Less than an hour after this full moon culminates, Saturn gets sodden in the waters of Pisces where it will remain for the next three years. Saturn here wants to build a sturdy frame around our rose colored glasses, to give our fantasies and hopes a realistic container. It may demand that we get focused and turn a dream into a goal. It may mean letting go of hundreds of other dreams. It may mean forging boundaries around who, how, what we give our emotional energy to, realizing that "going with the flow" can get leaky. It may also mean respecting our subjective world, paying closer attention to the less rational, more sensitive parts of ourselves.
Not only that, but from March 23 - June 11, after almost 15 years in Capricorn - Pluto will get a taste of Aquarius. Pluto in Aquarius anticipates a 20 year transmutation of cultural and social structures. A potential era of re-distributed power and unprecedented innovation. Plus, other smaller yet significant changes ensue this month...on March 25, Mars enters Cancer after being in Gemini foreverrr (since August 2022). Mercury speedboats through Pisces as we invite the Spring Equinox and re-set our priorities for the year ahead...AND BEYOND.
A mishmash of change like this can be disorienting. This Virgo moon is an invitation to ground ourselves in the transitional fog. Virgo knows that what matters most in a soupy flux of events is a concentrated base of salt, water, earth. What parts of life can you sieve out from the jumble of new beginnings that are useful no matter what direction ends up taking shape ? This may mean resting in the simplicity of acts of basic self-care, service to others, in rituals that you know are nourishing...because they are practical and effective. Let the essentials of well-being be your tool kit as we adjust to these tides.
Despite vibes being real, despite yogis moving through walls and the government hiring psychics to astral project across continents -- not everyone cares about magic. Not everyone believes in the invisible realm and those who do…are coo-coo bananas...or artists...healers, temple guards asking for ancient passwords. Some may see the invisible realm as sloppy and vague...yet, there are just as many rules and regulations beyond the veil, just as many spreadsheets and blueprints, but with your eyes closed. How might you start balancing the books of the intangible, how might you prove that these vibes are real.
The same sensitive hands that wash the dishes after dinner are the same hands that get rough at your day job. The same hands that brush the dog's fur are also untangling the knots of the world. The difference is, your house pet would never see you as an imposture. Your pillow would never say your head is not right for the bed’s job. How might you affirm your professional world like walking into your own home ? Success is years and years of buying bags of rice and mowing the lawn and calling your parents. Beating a rug is just as important as laying out your impact on the world.
Paying taxes, traffic laws...we know those consequences, we follow those rules. Yet, when we are the ones holding down the law, our *do’s and don’ts* get more vague...we refrain from shoplifting candy bars, but let others slip our energy into their pockets all the time. How might you get a tighter grip on your own gavel, show people your yes’s and no’s and follow through with consequences when they speed past your red lights. It is here we must learn how to collaborate with others without losing law and order within ourselves.
Hear ye ! Hear ye ! You are relieved of your duties, a shifting of the guards. You may leave behind the hyper-vigilant tower that watches over your flaws. Hear ye! Hear ye ! You now have permission to turn off the searchlight, to let the rejected parts of you escape. Let alarms go off as you look the other way...it's okay, the invalids will probably come back. They will probably go on a journey, they will probably come bearing gifts. For them, your tower is an altar...a place for fears and anxieties to make offerings, find comfort, feel seen.
All families are a boat crew, rolling up rope, opening sails, getting through storms, shipwreck after shipwreck. You settle into this world with a secret part of the sea passed down from mom to dad to whale. You’ve emerged from a mess of floating wood to raise your pirate flag. A long line of kin living and loving and fighting and growing and un-growing until someone steps it up, opens the map and points at the longer route. Gather the floating wood, make a sturdy floor, or why not even stairs, why not climb and feel the salty wind on the upper deck of the vessel.
Our heart is a pumping value-barometer. What we eat, what we say, what we choose to watch, what's eager in the shopping cart…every shape that makes our heart race shows us what we are devoted to. There are all kinds of sayings for this…'if you spot it, you got it'….'as within, so without'. If you're going to arrange your material life, might as well feel your chest get warm...might as well match your guts to the color of your couch, the scent of your hand soap. Let the subtle decisions be an invitation to proclaim your devotions, to calibrate your life to a steady heart.
Think of all your favorite films and all your favorite directors who built worlds for you to live in. Think of all the pointing and yelling and black turtle necks - all the actors, their makeup, hot mics and animal trainers…everyone is an expert in this complicated machine. God spoke the world into being as if it wasn't sponsored by gas and hydrogen and helium expanding and cooling... yes the director chair folds side-to-side like scissors. Yes you have the power to cut and scream action, your eyes are sharp blades. Yes you are powerful but only because your community is expanding and cooling.
Like fishing, we rest and watch and notice and a message bites, in a dream or a synchronicity…a symbol, a yearning in your gut like needing a snack. Usually, we don't catch a fish and swallow it whole on the hook. We rinse it, cut out its entrails, add heat until it's flakey. When intuition hits...hold it up, inquire, put it through a careful process, grasp its smaller bones and scales and watch it become more digestible. Be patient with what you are learning, imagine it fully cooked, image feeding it to others.
Relationships that look “good on paper” are a boring offense to the rushed delusional glee of falling in love. Though, in the end, any long-term connection brings two people to the filing cabinet of compatibility. You are starting a cycle where this objective view might serve you…where taking your time to get to know someone is an act of self-love and preservation. Let us listen to wise words of bell hooks: “How different things might be if, rather than saying "I think I'm in love," we were saying "I've connected with someone in a way that makes me think I'm on the way to knowing love."
The muses don’t spare anyone.…a constant tap tap on the shoulder, a vision or an urge hits your inner eye: write that poem, bake that pie, grow a fancy beard, make a baby. Don't discredit any craving to express yourself, take the pictures in your head seriously. All creative hunches are from muses who don't wanna be bored, who know you have the skills to entertain them. Find joy in the discipline it takes to pull the invisible into your hands and hold it out to the world. As Edgar Degas says, “Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
When did your enchanted forest start glowing with red eyes, start rustling with rabid squirrels? No need to keep paradise walking on eggshells - no need to hang around a poisonous plant when beyond these woods, more woods. It may take some wandering, to find the blooming flowers, the moss and frogs. It may take effort to see that what foams at the mouth of those who have hurt you, is their own suffering spilling over. May you refrain from blame and harsh words, send those rabid creatures your blessings, point them towards the plant that is medicine and keep whistling.
Catching someone else's drift can lead to wrong turns, subdivisions and cliffs. Sometimes going with the flow falls us over the edge of a waterfall. It’s time to listen a little less about what directions others are pushing you. Its time to say "no" that's not my stream, wave and freestyle swim away or sidestroke, you choose. When the waterfall seers in the distance it is because you’ve arrived by your own accord - gripping at canoe paddles that are your own length and fit, smiling and ready for the challenge you have decided for yourself.