Here we are approaching the Scorpio full moon this coming weekend. The sign of death, rebirth, crisis, transformation, the hidden, secrets, powerful intuition, the unseen, the taboo, desire, sex, passion.
2018 thus far has surely felt deeply transformative. A year riddled with what I mistook as false starts, but I realize now that was more to do with timing. It's been spurts of inspired action, followed by challenges, and finally periods of rest and integration. Dealing with past trauma, navigating our health care system, uncomfortably asking for and receiving support, processing crippling grief at losing those close to me... and through it all gaining a deeper sense of myself, uncovering a new found confidence, and fostering a new level of trust.
With Spring finally arriving here in the Northern Hemisphere, it feels as if we are bursting forth through the gate like a herd of race horses. Running fast and free. Momentum, speed, and sweat building.
I am definitely feeling as if I am impatiently pawing the ground as we head into a very busy May and June. Strength and stamina will surely be required. The one thing that the seemingly never ending winter taught me, is a greater appreciation for this warmth, momentum, and sun. And I know that by the time summer winds down I will be longing for the restorative, inward qualities that winter promises.
My soul sister, Christine Noble, finished off the back piece we started 3 years ago. As a double Scorpio, I trust this woman implicitly. I haven't spoke much lately about the power of blood ritual. Every time she works on me, it feels like an initiation. And this time was beyond words, a powerful completion that I didn't anticipate.
The tattoo is representative of my kids (lion for my Leo and fish for my Pisces). Seeing the piece finished has been so profound and healing. I never considered the weight and symbolism of the lotus flower; how all the mud has been pivotal in supporting my growth as push through the muck and reach for the sun....anxious, invigorated, and unsure of unfurling my petals.
Year after year of Christine and I working together has woven a deep trust. The power of blood bonds us, especially as women who are initiated into blood rites at puberty. Our blood gives life, it holds the codes of our ancestors, it is where our deep seated power resides.
Here's the mantra for this full moon:
Transformation is ever unfolding,
It's a messy, beautiful, and gritty process.
One that asks us to shed, release, and blindly trust.
It requires commitment, unwavering strength, embodiment,
And a willingness to fiercely love ourselves through it all.