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Gate in the Woods                                                     photo: Bruce Lhuillier

 

A new Moon in Scorpio offers a gate,  an entry, a lintel to a place we would rather postpone or avoid.  What happens when we feel the energy of a doorway?  How much do we dare to feel in times of deep and perhaps sudden transformation.  Look through the gate in the photo above, and see that the space beyond is magical, but the entry is blocked by large stones.   The access is difficult and what lies beyond may not feel entirely friendly.   This time is a moment of challenge.   It is a time of ending.  Many planets in this chart are in late degree…..about to experience a change of element and mood.

 

New Moon in Scorpio

In the United States, the spectre of political death plays out everywhere, leaving only stunned silence.   To prevent further attacks, we are told to hire ‘armed guards.’  Yet clearly this is about a transformation which feels too difficult to bear by some.    Many planets are in retrograde motion, the energy of reversal before new journeys can begin. The new Moon will follow election day.  We vote for the future in the darkest hour of the Moon’s journey.

green Dragon in fog copy                                          photo: Bruce Lhuillier

Before the new, we face the old….the fears that lurk in the entry way to new territory!  The season of Halloween gives us that opportunity each year…to be terrified and then to laugh with relief as we see the phantom as an old bed sheet, and the demon as a trick of light.  Whatever terrifies, also enlivens us!   The heart beats faster and faster!

Arkham Asylum                                             photo: Bruce Lhuillier

This particular new Moon in Scorpio is the astrological moment of Samhain (Halloween): 15 degrees of Scorpio!  And the Sabian Symbol is: ‘ A girl’s face breaking into a smile’!  Laughing… at Death?  Smiling with the joy of understanding what lies behind the mask?

mossy chasm                                             photo: Bruce Lhuillier

Be prepared to go deep into the season of end and beginning, into the ‘Valley of the Shadow of Death.’   Feel the mossy walls of life renewal, the birch tree which grows into the stones with only one toe in life sustaining soil.   Scorpio strips away ego, and leaves only the resource of ancestor and bone.

I wrote a poem about how this season feels to a tree…..

Going and Coming         Sarah Fuhro

 

Hawk left my arms this morning,

My leaves sail away on their journey,

But Moon makes a promise:

Soon I will turn my face to you,

And we begin anew.

 

Hawk left my arms at dawn,

leaves sail away on their journey.

Moon makes a promise:

I will turn my face to you,

And we begin anew.

 

Bird, gone; leaves, gone; Moon turns her face,

and I am left with wind, and darkness.

My roots call Moon, call leaves, and bird

and, in the sweetest moment, they return.

 

Bird, gone; leaves, gone; Moon turns dark;

left with wind and earth, I call them back.

Keeping our Ancient Wisdom Alive

The Wisdom Tradition evolved over the centuries to address our deepest human needs. Sarah Fuhro is a practitioner of its many forms; including Astrology, Tarot, Flower Essences and Druidry. For an appointment call 508 652 9880 or email her at sarahfuhro@gmail.com.  In addition to personal consultations, Sarah teaches workshops and private classes, offering both clients and students knowledge powerfully rooted in the past, presented in the language of the present.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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light show with face

 

Dark planet of the dark Lord,

where all is tightly bound,

a small pond reflects darkness.

 

But we flock there, to rest,

to meet Him, Pluto, the key,

the king of gold and oil.

 

The place of his kingdom

is not a cave, nor a dungeon,

but a garden of dark vines.

 

And when we leave,

we are refreshed, as the Moon

after her dark confinement.

 

poetry: Sarah Fuhro

photo: Bruce Lhuillier

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cotton tail

A rabbit is leaping about in me,

now in my heart, now in my throat.

 

This rabbit is the moon rabbit,

and she is covered in blue, white fur.

 

The rabbit tells me summer

is finished and  harvest is next.

 

The sound of her little forest feet

is like the beating of my heart.

 

Sojourner rabbit,

moves like the wild grape vine,

travels in a zig zag  rythm.

 

So soon, the dusty grape

takes precedence over the berry,

 

Meanwhile the troubled salmon

bumps his anxious nose

along the narrow drying stream

near the bunny’s retreat,

and remembers the deep pool

bowed over by hazel nuts,

which has called out his spiral return.

 

poetry: Sarah Fuhro

photography: Robert Fuhro

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The seed case must be broken,

cracked, perhaps by heat,

the fire of too much passion,

or the cold of no passion at all.

 

And then the seed must drown,

or swim in water, tears, rain, snow.

Seed swells in water,

and breaks the stiff case open.

 

Sun dries the seed till it bursts

with green arms and fingers.

Legs, feet, emerge like demons

the air and water take form.

 

Earth must swallow seed,

push against the green thrust,

and show it how to anchor

into the deep work of growth.

 

poem: Sarah Fuhro

photo: Bruce Lhuillier

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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black and white twisted branches

Mysteries remain in the trees

after the leaves depart.

 

Branches spell out poetry,

in a forgotten form,

a language of ancestors,

who weep alone, without us.

 

The words are the shape of twigs,

the sentences formed of limbs.

 

It is song not story, which the bark

expands each spring, with the rivers

which flow to the fingers.

spoken through a bird’s throat.

poetry: Sarah Fuhro

photo: Bruce Lhuillier

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Intense sky.jpg BL             photo: Bruce Lhuillier

   A few days ago, a client said: I’m done with the fears I brought with me from other lifetimes, when I was punished for my knowledge of healing and magic.  I’m going to pursue my studies and offer my talents and knowledge to other people.

What she was feeling, tells the story of this full Moon and eclipse period.  The Sun in Leo and the Moon in Aquarius, give us the courage of Leo and the vision of Aquarius to leave old stories behind and launch new projects without listening to the fear which might devastate us at other times.  With full knowledge of our traumas from the past we can push past what holds us back from expressing what we came here to manifest.

Full Moon in Aquarius 2018   

It’s an eclipse!  Total!   No view from North America because the eclipse happens before we see Moonrise, but the power of an eclipse lies beyond what is visible.  It is an opportunity to feel the immensity of our connection to earth and sky.   With each full Moon we are stretched between perception (the Sun) and feeling (the Moon).

Feather eye.jpg BL                                    photo: Bruce Lhuillier

The Sun is in the sign he loves the most, LEO! We celebrate our Lion, solar  nature! How wonderful to be alive,  to have the Sun in us, and and shining on our back.  But the full Moon always takes place when the Sun has set, when the Moon reflects the Sun back to us in night darkness.   At a lunar eclipse, a mysterious force, a demon, a dragon,  devours the Moon bit by bit, and then slowly releases her.  How is it possible that the shadow cast by our planet, the earth  darkens the Moon at her brightest moment?   And what does this tell us about the fears we project outward on to the future?

spider web large                     photo:   Robert Fuhro

The Moon is in the sign of Aquarius, his realm is our place in community!  Aquarius is grey, maybe pearly, androgynous,  neither male nor female.   Although the constellation Aquarius is an Air sign, he pours water from a huge urn and lives in a very wet part of the sky, called ‘the Sea.’    His neighbors are Pisces, the fish, Capricorn, the sea goat, Delphinus, the dolphin, Hydra the water spirit. For people who live in areas of the earth with a wet season and a dry season, Aquarius is a gift of life, or a disaster.

Blue green sea life BL                                   photo: Bruce Lhuillier

Aquarius rules our ankles,  Leo the heart and spine.  Ankles give our bodies  mobility and balance, the heart and spine  are life itself.   At this moment 4:20 pm July 27; full Moon, eclipse, Mars is reversing into the Moon’s degree. Will he  knock my Moon off balance, or give me the energy to push into the future, the realm of Aquarius?  The old and new rulers of Aquarius: Saturn and Uranus are woven into the tapestry of this moment. Saturn represents solid manifestation.  Uranus is about new forms of communication and energy.  Together they form an Earth trine with each other. If they work together, is there hope for the future of the earth?  This is a personal question for each of us!

Mother Earth                 Sculpture: Mother Earth, Vicki Gunther  https://www.vickigunter.com/

This full Moon/eclipse takes place on an intense degree of my natal chart.  Perhaps this is true for you as well.  I feel challenged to express what lies hidden and feels fearful.  I call on Chiron as healer and teacher of the underworld to help me step forward, I call on Leo Sun to light my way, I call on Aquarius Moon with his Martian companion to show me the map to my journey.  As for Uranus, who challenges the full Moon from his position in the sign of Taurus, Uranus demands authenticity, and loves to surprise me at every turn in the road.

 

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Wren

house wren

Who sees the wren,

sees god.’  –it’s true.

But first you hear

sweet sounds

of stream, at play,

with stones and sand,

the laughter of the god.

 

Only then you see

the tiny form,

the bird, the god.

Trill shakes

the angled tail,

song eternal,

leaves shudder to alert

the hawk,

another god, another sound.

 

Poetry: Sarah Fuhro   Photo: Robert Fuhro

 

 

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