Posts Tagged nature

Stalking Yarrow: New Moon in Cancer

I know, the title could be anything from the name of a horror slasher film that takes place in and around a very rural, abandoned farmhouse to that of a workshop given by one of those fraudulent, often caucasian, new age, shaman/guru wannabes.

It is, in fact, however, a very mundane, though richly nourishing experience that takes place out in nature, far from the madding crowds and without accompaniment of vacuous devotees.

Out here in the real, this is high season for wildcrafting the herbs and medicinal plants that root themselves under the guidance of nature in our fields and ditches.  Those who lead the fast-paced urban-based tourista sort of life behind the wheels of expensive and usually debt-procured speeding cars never notice the abundance passing by their windows along the roadways  and byways taking them to their final destinations.

There is an entirely different journey to be had out here and, at it’s core, brings the traveler into intimate contact with the flora and fauna along the winding path.

Wild oats jangle under the brush of a passing hand and the red stalks and deep greens of wild spinach are pulled and picked by grateful fingers to be served at the evening meal.  Crows perch in branches and loudly harass the passerby, whether it be a bi-pedal human strolling along on the silent carpet of pine needles or a raptor that has strayed too far into the corvids’ nesting area.

Astrology, at it’s finest and most original, is all about the understanding of the turning of the cosmos and fluid changing of the seasons.  As  we should know, it’s practice was developed during a time of humanity when the whirlings of the stars and the rhythms of nature were viscerally understood as one and the same.  The measuring of the constellations took place with a simple compass under a darkened sky.  Planting and tending and harvesting held center stage in the activities of every household.  Astrology was conceived and birthed during an epoch where humans realized themselves fully as being in relationship to an intangible life force whose meaning might be perceived in the touch of a leaf, tasted in root soups, seen and heard in the singing of the wind in boughs that wept and swayed on high.

They were times in which to seek the counsel of an astrologer was to engage in a dynamic and ongoing conversation regarding the metaphysical meanings of the physical world.  They did not involve transient,  individual “readings,” a lazy and hierarchical habit now employed by most astrologers in which they simply sit and “talk at” the client.  Such astrologers merely reflect the larger cultural environment in which we now live, one where “civilization” has diminished our abilities to engage in real relationship, one where the subtleties of actual relating have been lost to a two-dimensional, authoritarian style of making pronouncements about the client.  Those are the astrologers that prefer the speeding car to the walk in the woods.  Most of those live in urban environments, shuttered inside walls and blocks of concrete and smog that block their view of the heavens.  They spend their time at their computers, attempting to glean some meaning of the world around them from glowing screens amidst fearful street lamps the obscure the shining and darkness of the moon.

Ah, well, Lao Tze has always said that civilization destroys the true essence of the human being and, in my years of experience now, I have come to agree with him.

Yarrow harvesting is the name of the season here at the moment.  And, indeed, they are tall plants on narrow stalks, their leaves feathery and light, all culminating in a cluster of white flowers so identifiable, even at a distance.  This is the time where those of us who know, see them out of the corner of our eyes even as we traverse winding, rural roads and stop the car, gather our gathering bags and scissors, and traipse out past the lined highways and gather, gather gather this amazing medicinal plant.  And then there comes the washing and hanging and drying and then, on the New Moon in Cancer, immersing them in their healing oils to sit and infuse that oil with their profoundly healing essences.

New Moon in Cancer – aahh, the great mother, ruler of the breasts and giving of her abundant, nourishing milk.  And she will bestow those juices when the time is right.  Patience is her virtue and that which she teaches to those willing to surrender to her guidance.  She takes unto herself the primary ingredients and, over time, just like a gestating woman, transforms them into complex life.  All others must wait and honor the time and place of her transmutation of those simple things.  She has her own rhythm and it is ours to develop the subtle perceptions to know when her delivery is right and full and imminent.  And then, to minister to the birthing of her progeny.  We know that she, and they, will bestow their gifts for a long time to come, shall heal our illnesses even in the muted and grey days of winter and hold us steady until spring comes again.  Her oils, salves and tinctures are rich beyond belief and ours is to trust that she does, indeed, have the power to guide us through the uncertainties of the darkness.

My writing this comes at a time when we, as a collective, both conscious and unconscious, face an uncertain and precarious future.  That is true.

I also write this just 6 weeks after Venus has crossed the Sun, a once in a lifetime event for all of us alive right now.  That influence is not just generationally epochal, but belongs to the larger anals of centuries of recorded human history.  This era, for many reasons, shall be studied by many, from anthropologists to paleontologists to astrologers alike for a very long time to come.  Though many in western civilization simply say, “oh, yeah, I was there and did that,” before they turn their attention to the next, newest headline on the tv screen, our duty here is to pause and contemplate the deeper meanings of Venus’ appearance at this time and this place.

My next entry will, indeed, be devoted to that very topic, though I am still reflecting on it and will, indeed, wait until she moves me to speak.  She does herald a very important message in amongst our doom and gloom.

As all psychotherapists ask when any new event or appearance makes itself known, the question is:  “why here, why now?”  Therein lies the rub.

In the meantime, I wish for all of us to step outside and smell the smells of green and abundance, to lie down and listen to the  soft, story-telling murmurs of the feminine as we lay our heads upon her chest and drift into sleep.

She is there, always has been.  We have simply forgotten her.

Venus returns now to remind us of her power and her beauty.

Dream well.






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Super Moon Afterglow

One of the things I enjoyed about the evening of and day after the Super Moon was listening to and watching how people responded to it, whether or not they were even aware of this event.  Many of those who were aware of it reported to me a day of quite startling, fluid events, all moving along without effort, though some of the tasks they had at hand were quite difficult.  Others described serious disorientation, forgetfulness and confusion.  One person forgot to go to work the next day.  Still others reported experiencing altered states of consciousness even as they were competently navigating their grounded, mundane lives, full of work and other activities.

Here at my own home, I watched an unconsciously spontaneous evening of sharing unfold in my neighborhood, which is the purest kind of ritual.  Unplanned and authentic.  Advertisements and staged events pale in comparison to the natural way that natural humans have of just coming together, for no apparent reason than to enjoy each other’s company.  No entrance fees are required.  It happens all on it’s own, if we just get out of the way and let it.

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Climate Change: The Heart of the Matter

Our news and radio waves have featured multitudes of arguments over whether global warming/cooling is caused by human activities or by natural events in our solar system.  As per usual, the juveniles amongst us, most of whom control media, have set up this consideration in the all too familiar structural framework of whose team wins.  We all know it, were trained within it as high schoolers at football games, and with which we continue to function as children in adult bodies:  who is the winning team?  Reds versus blues, science versus religion, girls versus boys, etc., etc., blah blah boring.

We should all be aware and savvy enough by now to know that there are many who exploit panic for profit.  That is a given.  Yes, some have, indeed, selfishly positioned themselves to profit from carbon emissions reductions and the like.  Anybody who has done their own research by now knows that Al Gore, Mr. Non-Integrity, positioned himself on the board of the carbon emissions trading commission to line his pockets with the gold of hysteria even before he went out on stage to present his global warming message.

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Tales from the Scrypt: Stumbling Out onto the Road

“I am the hero of my own story.”  Mary Macarthy

Answering the Call to the Hero’s Journey

I have finally landed on the other side – released the “pause button,” as it were, though the landing and becoming have required sufficient time and space to find each other and form the beginning steps of the dance of the narrative they are meant to create together.  I am now five weeks into a vision quest I decided to take because, well, vision questing has been the overall narrative of my life thus far and I found myself needing, once again, to acquiesce to its seemingly irrational rhyme and reason.  Such calls to meanderings have, and continue to, confound me, though the unwrapping of their gifts and treasures I know always lasts far into future . . . most often into lifetimes.

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Pressing the Pause Button

Playful Love

Thank you to my readers for continuing to visit my blog, though my writing has been sparse of late.  That is temporary and the result of an impending move.  Packing and continuing consulting sessions are all that are on my plate for the moment.  I am appreciative of the fact that readers are using the down time to read older posts.

The mundane tasks of sorting through clothing, silverware and books does provide open time for reflection and dream time.  The dissolution of my current home has left me with ample hours to muse on these Neptunian and Plutonic times of discovering and uncovering my own (as one small part of our collective unconscious) deepest secrets and dissolving old forms of thought, assumptions and structures for conducting our lives (Neptune in Aquarius, Pluto in Capricorn, both retrograde at the moment {as are Chiron, Uranus and Mercury as well})  Reflection and review of both our personal and collective epochal themes are the order of the day.

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Demeter’s Love: Part 2 -The Reclamation

Persephone Returns to Her Mother

The reclamation required in an examination of the story of Demeter and her daughter, Persephone, must be conducted on both the material and metaphoric realms in order for its message to be fully comprehended.  This is the story first and foremost of the intense love and devotion of a mother for her daughter.  It is also, however, one of the first examples of how the patriarchy takes a distinctly feminine narrative and alters it, not just for its own immediate benefit, but to shape all future narratives in service of that patriarchal agenda.  Like the asphalt and carpets that have buried the once vibrant heart of natural and holistic civilizations, the stories of ourselves have also been painted over with foreign words.  They have been left as dry, truncated husks  – empty tomes whose only purpose is to serve the needs of political, social, economic and religious institutions bent on exercising authority and power over others.

The need here is to pull up the rugs, open the closets, air out and reclaim  these narratives.  They are stories of love, passion and the deep desires of individuals to serve the good of the whole.  They were not written down at all – they were not etched into stultifying, leather-bound encyclopedias.  They were, rather, engaged in and played out within the rich and unpredictable terrain between the bookends of thousands of years of living.  They are stories of blood and birth, of harvest and cornucopias, of reverence and duty to that which is, indeed, incomprehensible to the human mind, the divine intelligence which infuses all things with life. The focus of those intertwining and intersecting epochs, eras, and communal and singular lives were centered upon the subtle and brilliant movements between the once-fluid masculine and feminine energetics, guided by the wisdom of the goddess. Read the rest of this entry »

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Demeter’s Love: Part 1 – The Truth

It has been just over one year since I wrote a piece on Pluto (see The Love Parade) and this planet’s part in the epoch-defining Cardinal Cross, whose permutations will be with us for many years.  In that piece, I reviewed the greek myth of Demeter, Goddess of grain, agriculture and all that lives and grows upon the land, and the kidnap of her daughter, Persephone, by Hades (Pluto).  The themes introduced in that piece, as well as those of the configuration of The Cardinal Cross, remain with us.  Because we have failed in large part to listen to those thematic warnings, we continue to spiral ever deeper into their as yet unlearned of metaphysical and psychological lessons.  Because we have ignored the need to change the physical structures leading us all unto a premature death, we need to descend to a more subterranean level of understanding.  We will go there, by fate or choice, but go there we will. So, we’re off on an archeological spelunking expedition to broaden the view of where we are now and, hopefully, alter the consequences of our past and the course of our future.

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Cleaning Up After The Storms

The meeting places of nature and humanity

It appears the metaphor I used for the celestial events I wrote of in my last post was far more prescient than I knew at the time.  This has nothing to do with personal possession of unique gifts of prophecy, but, speaks, rather, to the universal power of observation and rational intuition we all have, however deeply buried and obscured those abilities may have become.  The trick is in apprehending the more metaphysical, foundational framework upon which the mundane details will, in due course, play themselves out.   Those foundational elements are there for everyone to see – comprehending their import, however, is the provence of those who refuse the distractions of vanity, greed and forced conformity that are now being heaped upon the plates of americans at an ever-quickening speed.  Yes, western culture has concocted an alluring buffet of sweets full of dreams laced with large doses of modified corn syrup, which only serve to distract the consumer’s attention from that which lies, and always has lain, within.  What lies within is the eternal, which no religious structure, no government entity, nor any dysfunctional parent can touch with a profane and unclean heart.  It is the naked, vulnerable part of us that always comes clean in the rain.

Cultural constructs have always come and gone;  the rhythmic inhalations and exhalations of our planet and her greater mother, the Cosmos, however, abide.  We have a choice as to which resonances and harmonics we attune ourselves:  will it be the hammered crosses placed upon institutions which are so easily knocked down by high winds, or the enduring meaning and spirituality found in feeling the eternal rise and fall of our bodies in response to air, breath and pleasure, season after season, lifetime after lifetime?

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Harvesting the Full Moon

The Sun enters Libra at 9:09pm  the evening of September 22 and the Harvest Full Moon in Aries reaches her fullness in the early morning hours of September 23.

Aries is the great initiator, bringing with it new life and light during the Spring.  Here, we find its presence lending its driving energies toward new growth even as we harvest the fruits of our summer labors during this Fall Equinox.  Remember the rituals you performed during the New Moon earlier this month (see previous entry “Easing up on that T-Square) and allow those confirmations and commitments to seed themselves in your material world.  The physical germination of those internal meditations made a fortnight ago is beginning.  Ensure that you water them well through these dark months and wait patiently while they gestate in the deep winter earth.  The New Moons through the coming months are times to bring those seeds to awareness and nurture them along spiritually.  Watch their sprouts emerge when the sun enters Aries again next Spring.

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