The Queen of Wands is here with us providing the fuel we need to power ahead. She gallops in on her horse with mirrored solitude on her back as she rides. We are surrounded in this moment by the drive to know who we are, as we simultaneously remember that we are not alone. The warrior in us lives lonely at times when the fight is over, and unsure of one’s place with no battle ground to bleed through.
This moon cycle is the moment our tightly wound springs break loose into trees of abandon. We fly through the air with passion and splendor as we move forth toward new life ahead. “Hold nothing back” says our heart. It is a time to leap and lift over all of the things that stand in our way. We blast them to the ground with our intention as we lift, and hold truth as evident inside. We venture out of the night to come forth with fire tipped blessings of our best selves blazing through the darkness in kind.
Spirt moves its wand to show ourselves in focus as we walk. Our individuality is on show with this moon, and it is the part of us that rages through the night. The warrior within is begging to be repurposed, and so we are charged to tap into that fire, drink of the holy spark, and spit truth in flames without caution.
We are invited to see who we are as individual, and establish our stance in new order. Our individuality is essentially a grounding rod for how we then take that image, and project it toward another. Every aspect of ourselves is reflected by another.
How do we remain sovereign as we invite reflection?
Sensual pleasure beckons us toward living in the center of union. Each element of union connects in a dance that lives inside the essence of trust. Trust is hard to come by when the warrior lives in battle-mode without softening. Soft focus brings light to a steel mask lifting from one’s face. Remembrance shows our name echoed in fire rimmed heartstrings, connecting to old ghosts created in union with the past. We sever the cords without bloodshed, and place our heart inside the elemental reciprocity of divine grace.
May we grant ourselves permission to know our mighty hearts as they beat toward love.
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** Card image from Arthur Taussig
Above the Line 