Corona Diaries - Lost & Found - #9

(Ceiling scene in Palazzo Te, the moon forever chasing the sun, chasing the moon ... Mantova, Italy 2017)

- APRIL 15, 2020 - 

When shamans assess the astrological collision of this time space moment, they claim that we are on the verge of a grand reckoning. Pluto, the lord of the underworld and destruction, is meeting Saturn, the lord of karma and time. Something larger is happening in the converging of these entities. The grand mirror reflecting our true ugliness, revealing the cracks in our systems, our ways to be, insisting we reap what we have sown, face the brokenness, the extreme polarization, the divide that has emerged after generations of neglect.

But this kind of nihilism is more intriguing than disturbing to me. If we are reduced to nothing, we are forced to reevaluate everything, our behaviors, choices, relationships, plans … we are forced to reprioritize, and reinvent as what one cares about most comes into stark relief.

Death and birth go hand in hand, one becomes the other infinitely. The Yang becoming the Yin, each with a bit of the opposite inside, creating that balance, that blurring of the lines, before you cross from one entity to the next. Like water that is so hot, it almost feels cold to the first touch. Like Shiva is both god of destruction and creation, destruction being the most potent aphrodisiac for creation. Everything ends, so something new can begin. 

This cycle is playing out in our heavens, in our lives, in our minds, in our bodies. I take solace in the fact that we are always evolving. There is beauty in being continuously a work in progress. It is stagnation that kills. If we keep moving, we transform. 

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” - Anais Nin

Everything that is coming to you is a gift.