.: She starts the day :.
Today, the one who orchestrates the songs of dawn, waking those feathered vagabonds and wild-tailed bards of the canopy stations direct. Venus has secured her place in heaven once again. This time, it’s the morning sky she graces with her presence.
It is in this stage of her great 19-month cycle where she walks barefoot through the jungles of this world, listening intently, learning from everything around her-a part of us mimics these movements. It’s a chapter in which we make many new connections. We learn new songs. We get claimed by fresh stories. And we begin to see ourselves anew in the eyes of others we’ve just met. It’s an exciting part of her golden sectioned spiral, and one we also must be careful of.
Not all new connections are safe. Because of the excitement in the novelty, we may find ourselves spinning with a new lover in the early morning light, two arrows glistening from our butts, on our way to a shotgun wedding-nothing quite like apocalypse love. Or we may find ourselves taken by a new idea, racking up credit card debt ordering a library we’ll never read, signing up for classes we don’t even have time for, setting ourselves up for regret. It’s a part of our journey with her when we need to take a lesson from the hummingbird: One flower at a time, even though the wings of our minds are a blur. One flower at a time. Really taking in the nectar in each connection.
In a dream last night, she taught me something about interconnectivity and forgiveness. In it, I was in the preparatory stages of running a retreat in Marfa, TX. It involved the most eclectic crew. The staff composed of old friends and lovers with some unresolved issues; The presenters were an eccentric cast of characters-only one astrologer (myself), the rest were a mix of musicians, comics, storytellers, and even the daughter of an infamous thinker. The presentation to open the weekend was the most entertaining open-mic I’ve ever seen. In rapid-fire succession, we all went up and shared our gifts. It was unbelievably entertaining. And in the right lucid light of that dream, I saw Venus there, winking at me from the dream shadows.
This dream was a gift for me, opening up my heart to even more possibilities of a future not fully constrained by being just an Astrologer. What has she gifted you? Who has she given you? If you don’t know, keep reflecting. It’s there. Reflect over the past 40 nights, see if you can spot something in the migratory patterns of her morning birds. It’s there, you just need your heart’s eyes to see it.
Praise Venus!
You honey-hipped Goddess of the morning light
I can’t wait to hear more of your album
Each dawn I wait, with the odd patience of a hummingbird for your nectar
Eudaimonia,
Adam
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