Lunar Nodes in Taurus and Scorpio
Light - darkness, order - chaos, life - death, union - separation, growth - decay, rise - fall, increase - decrease, north node of the Moon- south node of the Moon.
One cannot exist without the other. The North node, currently in the sign of Taurus, the sign of the Moon's exaltation while South Node is in the sign of Scorpio, the sign of the Moon’s fall. We can also express this tension through the opposing relationship of planetary lovers. Taurus is the earthy domicile of Venus while Scorpio is the watery domicile of Mars.
There is no good or bad, right or wrong in either of these categories. This is no one way street. We cannot keep constantly growing, accumulating, evolving, proliferating. There comes the point when we eventually need to go to the other side, loosen up our grip on things, step away from the business of life, let things go, release what is no longer supportive of life, “choose the death”.
Life is so fragile and precious. The tension and suffering that Mars represents is an inherent, necessary part of life. It is present in life giving, lunar and Venusian activities that bring us joy and pleasure - pregnancy, labor, breastfeeding, menstrual cycle. What would be love like without separation? How much more do we cherish our loved ones after a period of not seeing each other? What would be an act of physical love without tension? Even in the fleeting moment of ecstasy, we experience our little death and lose conscience for a quick second.
With the eclipses coming in the sign of Taurus and Scorpio, at the end of April and in May, we will be asked to acknowledge the waves of life and death, things coming in and going out of our lives. We will be given an opportunity to grow things while at the same time we will be forced to deconstruct to make room for the new life.
I don’t think we have a problem with welcoming growth and abundance but do we make a room for death?
To further reflect on this, I offer you a quote from The Green Knight (2021), David Lowery's film. It is a feast for the senses and a dive deep into symbolic realms.
“Green is the color of earth, of living things, of life, (and of rot)…we deck our halls with it and dye our linens, but should it come creeping up the cobbles, we scrub it out, fast as we can. When it blooms beneath our skin, we bleed it out. And when we, together all, find that our reach has exceeded our grasp, we cut it down, we stamp it out, and smother it beneath our bellies, we spread ourselves atop it but it comes back. It does not dally, nor does it wait to plot or conspire. Pull it out by the roots one day and then next, there it is, creeping in around the edges.
When we’re off looking for red, in comes green. Red is the color of lust, but green is what lust leaves behind, in heart, in womb. Green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass. Moss shall cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues. This verdigris will overtake your swords and your coins and your battlements and, try as you might, all you hold dear will succumb to it. Your skin, your bones, your virtue.”
Keep hope alive, keep dreaming.
Petra


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