September 15th, with Venus square Uranus, finds us in a dual awareness: on the one hand, a glowing recognition of the light we’ve each carried within and around ourselves throughout time, and on the other, a keen perception of the nearby beast. A roaring, writhing lion at first struts proudly, dancing in self-celebration unimpeded by doubt—that is, until the winds and bolts of change strike its mane. The lion dances into a cave that’s quickly drenched by a torrential downpour.
It’s hard to tell in which moment we’re our human selves observing that celebratory dance, when we’ve gone full lion, and when we’re the rainstorm. But at a certain point, it all comes together and in our carnal glory, a dance of vulnerability takes hold. As the now sniveling, trembling lions, we strive with all our might to hold steady the roof of that cave, quickly eroding through the force of the rain-turn-hail. The mud slips through our finger-paws and our wretched temper tantrum slices through the apparent solidity of minutes and hours.
Little did we know, we weren’t really fighting to hold up what we know is on its way to irreversible change. We were rather training ourselves to instantly find resilience; to be able to celebrate who we’ve been in any given moment of our lives; to see each of the fragments of our pasts equally in their status as reservoirs of strength and uplift. Then the ferocious change includes the fabulousness of our past and present, and while we’re part clunky beasts impeded by awkward drivenness, now we are also as shapeshifting angels, dancing and suspended, above a wingspan of fire.