10-22-21 Update: Tomorrow ( or today if you are reading this on Saturday) The sun makes its annual return to the sign of Scorpio. This time it is extra exciting for me because the moon enters Gemini at the same time, mimicking my natal Sun Scorpio/ Moon Gemini combination.
I hope you enjoy one of my favorite pieces of poetry. It is posted every year to usher in the season and showcase an example of my favorite writing.
Ahhh Scorpio, where to begin.. Well, let’s start with the featured header. It is a picture of purple chrysanthemums I took near my house. Notice how at first glance these scorpio flowers sporting scorpion fuchsia are out of focus, mysterious, difficult to get a fix on. Now move your laptop or device further away and notice how the image becomes clearer and better defined. This is part of the Scorpio nature. We are difficult to assess, but can become better known if you persevere and change your perspective. Now mind you, I planned to take a clear picture and it looked fine on my phone. But it translated differently and served me well to prove this point about Scorpios.
This post is not going to be technically oriented or objective in any way. This is litebeing – right brain style, so get ready! My intention is to describe what this season means to me and how I resonate with the Pluto/Mars vibrations. Yes it is all about me , because I am a true Scorpio and I want to share my personal associations with you today.
Dark purple: the hue of plum, my car , black currant in tone, aligning with the golden leaves outside my door, the world encased in a golden ray of light, luscious pumpkin, church bells, buried treasure, animal shelters, succulent squash, isolation rooms, pungent cranberries, weddings, woodsy mushrooms, explosions, meditation, dark red wine, candlelight, bittersweet chocolate, aged sharp cheese, crystal clear spring water, a stark, piercing, bright blue sky, deep silence, Led Zeppelin loud and raw, snappy autumn air, rapturous attraction at first sight, a blazing burgundy fire …
Burnt orange, raw garlic, seared meat on the grill, the first inhale of an unfiltered cigarette, stinging hot chilies, spiritual ecstasy, intricate mosaics, revenge, corruption, cobwebs, gunpowder, forgiveness, roaches scrambling up and down the walls, obsessive love, finger painting, hospices, moldy food, punitive rage, live improvisational jazz in a dark, smoky bar, New York City on 9/11, passing around a pipe filled with a beguiling pungent odor, piercing howls at 3AM, redemption, gripping depression coming for your soul……
Maroon, complex Indian curries, emergency rooms, holding cells, the scent of musk, Ouija boards, double espresso, penetration, last-minute reprieves, reckless angry sex, black velvet dresses, landfills, a searing passionate gaze, cancer wards, brothels, the ruins of Pompeii, pounding reggae, wilting red roses, shuffling tarot cards, crackling thunder,thick menstrual blood, half-dead creature on the road, feces, molten hot fudge blending with vanilla ice cream, sheer vulnerability, aching in the loins approaching climax, a newborn’s first breath…
Happy Solar Return to Sindy, Deelia, Heidi, and Lehua! Any other Scorpio goddess bloggers? I would love to include you. How about readers? Let me know who you are. Where are the male Scorps at WordPress? I know you must exist. Come join the party. What does Scorpio mean for you?
Here is my take on the Mars influence – my favorite song as a teen:
Compare it with my take on Pluto ~ this song captures how I felt about a magical young man who eventually “captured ” me !
All Scorpio artwork courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scorpio_(astrology) US public domain