And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
— Kathy’s Song, Simon and Garfunkel
Welcome to November,
The mystery deepens as we head toward a powerful Scorpio New Moon at the end of the week on Nov. 6, 2010. This New Moon also coincides with Diwali, the festival of Lights.
Love, finances and relationships have been intense all around. Venus’ retrograde is clearing cobwebs around the heart and deep in the psyche. This may not be the most painless time, but consider this a phase of deep cleansing in order to discover something precious.
It’s like when you start to clean a drawer and then you realize the whole kitchen needs re-organizing, and there’s a fine mess behind the refrigerator that hasn’t been swept in years. Then you can’t ignore it, but just when you’re done cleaning, you find the ring you thought you’d lost…
Today on Monday, as Venus sextiles Pluto, there is extremely fertile energy bringing to the surface deep (perhaps dark) emotions, passion and desire. With the Moon in earthy Virgo, channel the energy constructively. As long as we don’t get critical and continue to focus on all that’s “wrong,” this is offering a chance to do what needs to be done, fix what needs fixing and heal what needs healing.
Materially, creatively, emotionally, spiritually, sexually and psychologically — if we can let go of holding on to what we know, there is greater depth in something we’ve previously missed. Be fluid, adaptable, and dare to dive deep. This is pure alchemy…
Also, it’s ALL Saint’s Day, Scorpio season and the Birthday of two of my angels – Cole and Niles. Happy Birthday! May God shine his light on and through you, today and always… Without you I would not be who I am today. Cole, I know you probably aren’t reading this, so I will wait to give you my wishes in person. And Niles love, until I give you my wishes in person, what can I say to you that I haven’t already said? and still I search for words to say the Unsayable…
If it were left to me to love myself
I would surely perish;
if you had no other mirror but your face
you would never believe how beautiful you are.
In this way of loving we are like little replicas of God
who loves us no matter how we present ourselves.
Slowly I am coming to believe that love is a kind of calling,
that God underlies this anguished design.
When I walk in the village these days
I have taken to putting my hands in the hands of beggars—
and secretly I bless the strangers I come across.
Could it be that all my life I have been preparing to love you
and through you to love?
— Tom Absher