the suffusion of grief,
the nebulousness of hope.
what do you do when
the exercise of agency
is simply to persist,
to squeeze droplets
into the bottom
of an empty bucket?
An eclipse is about surrender.
When I say that I yearn for a miracle, it’s not to deny my own agency, but to assert its limitedness in the midst of overwhelming circumstance.
This week’s partial lunar eclipse will happen on Tuesday, September 17, shortly after 10:30 pm Eastern Time. Happening in between Saturn and Neptune, it will be close to the North Node, generating a hunger for that which lies beyond the present enmirement.
Saturn in Pisces speaks to grief and disenchantment, to how we are swimming in a sea of separation.
Neptune in Pisces speaks to the nebulousness of hope.
Jupiter rules this eclipse, but is in questioning Gemini, the sign of its exile, and speaks to a faith in the process of being deconstructed, which is a kind of death by a thousand cuts. Think of the Ten of Swords, which corresponds to the decan from which Jupiter will preside over this eclipse.
Sometimes eclipse season feels like a perpetual caffeine high. Other times it feels like a bottomless crash.