Congratulations all, we made it through Virgo season. The final hours before the equinox were spent under a wacky void moon in Leo and a retrograde Mercury antsy to return back to Virgo. Throw in Mars in Gemini and the air was basically crackling with electricity during this major seasonal shift.
How much have things already changed for you these past few weeks??
As we’re now, already, on the other side of a beautiful new moon in Libra, and past the full moon in Aries. Mercury has fiiiiinally shifted forward, Pluto’s direct, with Saturn soon behind them. Venus is thriving, and NOW
here’s eclipse season to shake things up even more.
Which reminds me, we just kicked off another Cosmic Healing community space.
We’re coming together to commune under this eclipse season—seven weeks of delving into our charts, exploring the lessons of the season, connecting with one another, grounding during this turbulent time and riiiiiding the waves of our expanding destinies, baby. We have a beautiful and brilliant collection of community members, and it’s already warming my and Erica’s hearts to facilitate this practice.
If you think you’d like to take part in future groups, you can email us at cosmichealingfam@protonmail.com or go ahead and fill out this form
and if you’d like to support this work, Erica Joy and I would deeply appreciate that! We have provided one free and a couple of subsidized spots for Black and Indigenous fam which we will always do here at Cosmic Healing, and it’d be a Lovely Libran Thing to do for someone with some extra funds to help to cover those. Reach out if that’s U.
So, my Virgo essay
actually just #dropped at Earth in Color, a dope digital magazine celebrating Blackness and Greenness. I was so thrilled to see the call, for the mag is right up my alley as an ecowomanist,
and ecowomanism is a very Virgo matter, imo.
They come together in learning from earth and the full spectrum of life’s manifestations. Both call for an integration of spirit, service, self-respect, responsibility, humility, and healing. Weaving this all into the beauty and brilliance of Blackwomanhood makes for a way of being that does not require gatekeeping, for it cannot be co-opted.
I’m grateful
and
in the spirit of Virgo,
I’m going to point out some matters of concern. It must be hard for Virgos these days, no? with everything ripping apart at the seams. Perfection was never possible, but now? laughable, a fool’s errand. Peace for the collective? a delusion, darling. perhaps in the afterlife.
This is where grief comes in, held far better by sextiling Scorpio than Virgo’s polite next-door neighbor Libra. Libra loves to place a band-aid over the wrong whenever possible, hoping that a wound will close on its own behind it. Libra holds the capacity for denial, for breezing though as if all is okay, or else hoping and scrambling for some kind of compromise. I’ll get to that shortly.
Scorpio, though—presently grounding us as a collective for nine months as our south node—plunges us into the depths of what’s real, visceral, insufferable. The Scorpio south node is showing us now what’s dying.
We must take a moment to acknowledge all who did not make it to autumn.
As the seasons shift, let us sit in a solemn reverence for the tens, if not hundreds, of thousands who were taken by covid-19 over the summer, the millions lost and displaced in the floods in Nigeria and Pakistan, those suffering from genocide in Tigray, the people who were left without shelter or power in the aftermath the hurricane in Puerto Rico, the Mississippians going without drinking water in Jackson, the billions of insects and animals whose habitats were destroyed for useless bullshit, the hectares of forest cut down in the Amazon, the people denied healthcare and lost to medical neglect, those stolen by state violence in Iran, without power in the aftermath of the oil rig explosions in Cuba, ignored (yet ORGANZING!) in prisons and detention centers across the world, the rivers drying out in every corner of the globe. Sheesh, I could write for pages the amount of people, including the non-human people, crushed under the sinister choices made by the world’s tyrants.
When days get colder and shorter, there may be a desire to slough off what’s difficult. With less light externally, it’s completely natural to seek to source this light(ness) from within. But, I feel making room for this grief is a true test of our (self-)compassion. Making room for this grief is making room for truth. So, instead of ignoring it, let us try to hold one another admist it all. Let us share in sacred rage, stoke each other’s interests, tell stories of our people, the places we come from, the struggles we’ve known.
The practice and language of astrology has helped me to make some space for this within my life. We can allow for discomfort, appreciate it even, with the help of a translated transit chart. Being able to name and potentially predict feelings and influences is not a means to avoid them, but rather to witness them for all that they’re meant to teach, expose, and unfurl. Just as we can give our grief to the earth when it all becomes too much, so too can the rest of the planets hold what we cannot, can hold us while we cannot. We’re all in this dance together, hellish as it may sometimes seem.
And what astrology cannot do on its own, the spirituality that bolsters my practice will.
You can read more about how I connect to my body and the earth in my Virgo essay, and I’ll be back in your inbox sooooon with some Libran lessons 💫
lots of love,
kay