Sunbeams spill down on my shoulders.
Wind blows my hair dry.
Coffee awaits in a whimsical mug depicting a sophisticated hare, an Anthropologie buy for my mother; but for this morning, as I bask in the glory of an emerging spring and sink into intuitive interpretation of my Scorpio-infused dreams, this rabbit cup is kindly mine.
Cold brew, light, an animated wind all whirl together to help me settle and feel with full-hearted grace the flow of emotions, of sensations, of a body eager to be heard and held in complete acceptance. Here, in a gentleness enlivened with the strength to embrace complexity, I invite curious inquiry to assist in entertaining the Full Moon revelations rising about and from my shadow.
I’ve been anticipating the full bloom of this Scorpio Supermoon.
She’s potent in alchemy, in pointing a direct line to our shames, aches, secrets so they can be seen in a loving awareness that knows how to soothe, transmute, transcend into deeper, liberated embodied being.
What do my judgments say about me?
How does fear manifest and take root in my body?
Where has shame siphoned, stolen and frozen my life-force?
The week leading to the Scorpio Full Moon, this lunation that looms the closest to earth for this year, I carefully watch the external events that take shape.
This progression of a play on the life-stage reveals characters, dynamics and situations that offer a backdoor portal into finally seeing the core wounding. I untangle and follow the energetic threads vibrating out from the impact, and begin to understand the ongoing influence this unaddressed harm has wrecked loudly and quietly in the relationship I have to myself and to my worth.
And I cry. Scorpio sends salt-water waves to catch those tears, because She’s the wisdom of water. Emotionality encouraged, depths explored, experiences integrated and purified.
I mourn a piece of myself lost – the younger child who is love, knew love and wanted only love and belonging, and now she is rightfully reclaimed and protected. I tenderly and consistently circle her back toward the loving presence of my higher heart, one gorgeously whole like this Scorpio Full Moon.
And I sprint barefoot down the concrete drive to bid her a proper hello as she lifts up into the night sky. Twigs and fallen white blossoms carpet my path, and Her ascent activates serpentine themed dreams. A mother snake, powerful and seething, vicious and omnipresent, slithers through nighttime scenes, and in the morning, I contemplate her message, her meaning, and find myself in the sun with coffee and wet hair caressed by wind.
I read that the snake symbolizes the ancient feminine. Her shedding skin represents the death, rebirth and renewal that the feminine energy moves through each month, in the timing of the moon.
Within the female archetypes, the Full Moon glows as the mother, and the mother snake, who arrived in my dream in time with the Full Moon, hissed a dark warning. She’s protecting her egg, unhatched and unborn, full of living-riveting potential like this moon. She is my shadow glaring at me.
She’s terrifying and magnetic, alluring and frightful, mesmeric and commanding. So at ease in her instincts, in her divine right to be as she is, and in her divine right to guard her creativity, her phenomenal and sacred ability to give birth and nurture beings into full-breathed existence.
I meet her gaze. I honor her presence. And I acknowledge my conditioned fear that lives in the shadow. I fear fully merging into her primitive power that is my power.
Scorpio, snakes, supermoons…all making entry onto a page splashed with sunlight, edges teased by the wind. There are pauses for sipping coffee and consciously re-entering dreams so the shadowy insights can be seen and lived into on this day in spring.
See the shadow to be free of the shadow’s limiting illusions, and then hug so lovingly the fear and residue that comes from unconsciously operating in this dream-like reality. And to keep the lessons moving me forward I write these questions:
How can I nourish myself?
What decision – be it an action, thought, a gesture – truly supports me and my current needs?
Can I expand my heart-radiant presence to circle love and inclusion around the fear, around the shame, around the grief and anger that arise?
Breath-sighing yes.
For the Full Moon always amplifies the remembering of our innate wholeness. And the Scorpio Supermoon teaches us to gather all fragments we think we need to hide to be loved, to be worthy, to belong. When we cradle this perceived brokenness we release what was never ours to carry and restore in the magnificent capacity to love ourselves as we restore in the perfection that is our divine expression of unique humanity.