Difficult passage, musings on a last quarter square between Moon/Mars in Scorpio and an out of bounds Pluto in Aquarius

Statue in a store in Raleigh

I don’t know who she is, but her eyes are alive with contempt or disdain. Imagine being cast in stone and still being able to see and express. The eyes become the only medium. What would that mean? All sensory input is visual. All communication is visual. It feels a lot like living in our era. 

What is lost when we no longer have input from the other senses, from our bodies? The thick sweet/sour taste of fresh squeezed grapefruit juice. The burnt aroma of coffee left too long on the burner. The sharp bend of a puppy’s elbow. 

In our neverending quest to have it all, we lose the one thing that we do have, our embodiedness. In our desire to transcend, we transgress. What if true transcendence is realizing you were at home all along? That there is nothing lacking in your form. 

The messiness of grease on your new shirt. What the leafy ground feels like when you fall. The tissue in the wash, threaded into everything. The dog drinking your tears. 

The key is how to have this realization and keep playing the game. How to know you are enough while putting yourself through the paces and not quite measuring up to someone else’s standards (or your own)? 

The flaw is not in the shape of the individual puzzle piece, nor in the puzzle design. The flaw is in the way we go about solving things. Trying to change ourselves to fit the other pieces. What if we realized that we are already perfectly formed? We just need to find the pieces closest to us that we fit with, just the way we are. 

Hands with puppy