Full Moon Blues

And so it is. Long before I ever believed in astrology I fell in love with the Moon. In fact, once learning astrology I was surprised my chart was ruled by the Sun, as I have never cared for the Sun nearly as much as the Moon. It makes sense, though, when you sit with it long enough.

I am a soul sent to learn about self. Anointing my body with the oil of ultimate truth. Life can be full on agony for me to live in this physical body. I have often felt as if I belong elsewhere, which is a common statement, I suppose. I live for the moments of ecstasy, that often feel so few and far between.

Sent to this plane of existence with a ten degree Leo ascendant and Jupiter in Leo retrograde, meant to behold myself through the mirror of other people. To behold the central flame within me and seek self-remembrance and self-revitalization. The light from the Moon is nothing more than the reflection of the Sun, no? A mirror into the emotions, the shadow, the darkness.

I spent so much time there, trying to do everything for everyone else, but I was not whole within myself. There was a desperate call inward that stirred in me always. To offer myself the full power to walk my path. To not keep begging for permission from people who were failing to walk their own. I have bonded with the truth of my being.