Taurus Full Moon
Finding Furious Peace - Fullness @ 11/15/2024 1:28pm PST
Grazing into the golden field of her exaltation, Luna enters Taurus. An almost immediate square from Mars in Leo at 3˚ lashes at her sensibilities, searing a seal of strife onto her gentle heart. Bulls are large and constant animals, and so, as well, our Lady of Herbs and Flowers plods past this too-hot lion in search of her hostess.
What are we willing to fight for, and will it please us in the long run?
Luna’s eyes, a dewy bovine, pore over the path ahead. Nut and rust shades of colored light structure the highlights of her earthen form. She is the guest of a cloven-footed Venus in Capricorn at 4˚. Their trine connection makes bliss seem like a solid possibility. Simple pleasure is what Luna’s queendom cries out for. Her earth children are tired and confused, they beat their chests at the night sky in hopes of her soothing rescue.
A woman, like a moon, like a planet, can be full, full, full of many things.
Luna’s vitality and keen intuition seem pregnant with something different. No conveniently timed mollification exudes from her shine. Heavy moods seep into the field beneath her cow moon feet, giving way to a marshland. Her face is whipped by sea spray. Something churns and groans like a titan coming to life. Saturn wakes up from his backward wanderings stationing direct at 12˚ Pisces (6:21 am PST). Like a patient recovering - the ancients would say - he is orienting and groggy but on the mend in his final forward swim through fishy waters.
We are occasioned to make something of our difficult emotions. When earth and water come to aid one another in sextile we have a kind of convivial clay to work with. Constructive waters of Saturn in Pisces moisten the silver and gold promises of a fixed Taurus Moon. Opportunities may be disguised as loss. Works of art capturing the tension of raw human dramas have an aesthetic primacy which speaks to our souls and nourishes our senses. Pastoral grounds are made fecund by the humus of seasons past and the blood, sweat and tears of the present.
“Off with her bucolic head!“ a furious figure cries. The swell of super moonlight cracks the ground. Gaia gapes a maw of escaping vapors. Grave laments rattle the Moon and her children. In cinematic poetry, her body falls across the memory where an endless play of betrayal and injustice rage.
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
-Games without Frontiers by Peter Gabriel
The rapture of Luna’s midnight meadow has erupted. Bulls rut with abandon off-season and without tenderness. Women turn lovers and friends to stone with a look, with a scream. Something is coming, lumbering this way, and Luna can feel it. Luna can make you feel it too.
On earth in human life spans, we must keep forging on. Time is real for us; our passions befuddle and drive us. Our mistakes and hatreds shame us. The beauty and boredom of our everyday vulnerabilities shelter us. The Taurine Moon is a symbol of our desire for peace and ease which weaves its way in moments rather than eons. Perhaps this confluence of regulated peace and jolting anguishes brought by this lunation, holds an antidote to our total demise by inviting us to expand our capacity. To not explode like a blinking demon but to hold the flames of wisdom-fire.
A dam is built by the light of this Beaver Moon opposite the Scorpion Sun 24˚your timewhere Luna’s alliances come to light. Uranus in Taurus moves backward toward her at 25˚. Fixed Star Algo Caput glows like a red giant at 26˚. And the Mars she met before by square she now joins in secret union (Antiscion). This gentle bull is possessed by the heat of change in a sky full of tumult and fixity. Learn to bend without breaking. Learn to be shattered by awakening.
Fixed Star Algol is related to the story of Medusa. Many know her as the snake-haired demon goddess who turns the objects of her gaze to stone. What is often missing from our knowledge about her is the betrayal by both the masculine and feminine, which boxed this once fair maiden into becoming a wrathful monstrosity.
Medusa was a mortal beauty, the fairest in the land, you could say. Neptune, in his hazy lust, became smitten and raped her in the temple of Minerva (Athena). Instead of punishing Neptune, Athena turned Medusa into a gorgon. Because a mere mortal, now a gorgon, had the power to turn others to stone, the gods insist she be further subdued. Perseus set out on a hero’s journey to slay her. He is celebrated for cutting off her head, but in a magical twist of mythic endings, a pegasus leaps from Medusa’s neck after the fatal slice.
Medusa’s archetype lives at the edges of our consciousness always, but seldom do we hear her out. Behind every demon, whether viewed through a window or in a mirror, we can find a being who wishes not to suffer, who wishes to nap in the sun. It will do us well to remember that hurt people, hurt people.
What we do with all our wildness and the swirling that surrounds us will inform our new collective path. Four days after this peak light moon, Pluto moves to his new ‘forever home’ in Aquarius. This lunation invites us to purify our whole selves through embodied turmoil so that a new world built in air can be a home to more than just ideas. The stones of our future path must be cast with our full arsenal of truths, feelings, and physical constraints. We can both accept and revere our humanness as a messy birthright that remembers us to and from this mortal coil.
Consider this…
As tensions rise in the sky and on the ground, we must take our pleasures where they come. Our spirits, when slain, may, in fact, rise out in song and soar in the new world of air like winged horses. Neptune, retrograde at 27˚ Pisces, invisibly adds some micro-doses of otherworldly seduction. Don’t be lulled into sci-fi workarounds or medicine walks through a field of poppies, but do spend time imagining plausible utopias worth getting dirty for.
Jupiter and Mercury are still drunk and stumbling through arguments of word salad in the local pub. They may provide intellectual and philosophical diversions but don’t take any cockeyed plans to overthrow the gods of fate as terra firma.
Liz Wickhart is an artist, writer, and somatic educator. Facilitating in a partnership style, she and her clients stalk the wilderness of body, mind, movement, and stars in order to discover new options for mobility, strength, aliveness, and meaning.
'Algol Rorschach'—very smart!
This is one of the most beautiful stories I've ever read of Luna, my love. What a language you have!!