Full Moon, Saturday Night
Funny, I seem to remember an episode title from ER, a series I did not watch, in which a then-friend of mine played someone brought in hopped up on PCP. This person is very tall and, in the episode, was tall enough to stand up while strapped to the gurney and wreak quite a bit of havoc thrashing about, even with arms strapped in. I remember asking him if that had been fun. Bashing up a set is one thing; doing it in real life would be another. He only grinned and nodded. I hope this finds you well, V.
Tomorrow night, as I write this, is a full moon Saturday night, 12th April 2025. The first moon of official Spring, {post-Equinox} is called the Pink Moon in some traditions. What do we feel when we ‘think pink’? Barbie? The Pink Ladies from Grease? Pink has its own threads of badassery, doesn’t it? I have generally refused to wear ‘baby’ pink for most of my life. We all know why. It’s not that I find those particular hues difficult. It is the projections thereon by the powers that were. Soft. Pliable. Yielding. When I worked in the world of IT, I had a friend who wore a tailored pink linen suit to interviews and business meetings. I once wondered at her choice, and she said it made her feel armored. Armored? Pink? It was a formal suit, buuut… Then again, consider the fortitude housed within that palette. Peonies, whose many-petaled openings rival those of the rose, roses themselves in their many variations, thorns and all…cherry blossoms, each one perfect in its emergence…and the deep rosy hues of heart opening.
“It hides beneath the rose…” sub rosa, in Latin.
What hides beneath this Pink Moon of 12th April? There are heart openings afoot.
Is every true heart opening preceded by a breakdown/breakthrough moment? Do human hearts need to be broken open to heal? Is it possible to allow oneself to open one petal at a time until our golden center lies open to the Sun? All things are possible, so why do we reach for the tough stuff?
The indoctrinated and imprinted conditioning of “no pain, no gain” is seemingly made up of threads of titanium strength. Just when we choose love, peace, joy, and harmony, the tough stuff seems to rear up to challenge us. There are even schools of thought and transformation that tell us this is always so. Does it need to be? Is fallout or backlash a given? When we choose to walk a new way, must everything from the old path rise up to challenge us? Is this algorithm worthy of the new cycle?
It can be difficult, at this time, on this world, to see through what is presenting with such vehemence. Brat behavior is out to play and is flexing its entitlement. The turbulence is loud. And yet, the voice of the Pink Supermoon is bright, subtly permeating every nuance of our being with its still, quiet glow. Moonlight is reflected sunlight, after all, and shows us where we need to look deeper.
Tomorrow’s Pink Moon in Libra highlights the energy of relating. How do we relate with life? How do we relate within ourselves?
How often do we remember that our one true relationship is with Source and Her expression through us, as us? Every other aspect of relating is not other at all. It is one. The essence of oneness is being shown to us in every possible way. Often, we learn through contrary or contradictory appearances. Must we still?
This supermoon is subtle yet powerful… like the vibration of pink.
May the rosy-golden hues of the harmonized solar and lunar feminine bless your every moment. May your oneness emerge from this light. Sometimes, we soften to become more powerful. Ask the tides. They demonstrate this openly and with no hesitation. May we learn to do the same, adamant hands softly gloved.
Happy Full Moon, loves!
And just for fun…
https://youtu.be/gcHfyLwFpfg?si=BPwnQLtOF-jdmdDp
