I have been all about making collages these days. Picking through old magazines and gathering a variety of striking images, playing with arrangement, trusting my intuition as guide. Because magazine content and advertisements are already attempting to access, ping and influence our subconscious, collages hit us at a deep level. Working with this medium defies my ability to first select a topic and then create from or about it. Rather, a stream of seemingly random choices contribute to a meaning that seems to choose itself. Once complete, a collage complicates the desire for a defined subject or a clear means to interpret what appears. It remains staunchly a mystery and thereby can hint at the unknowable.
The cycles of experience within collage-making mirror my life. Some days nothing seems to stick out or inspire. You can be working from the exact same materials from one session to the next and the magic just is or isn't there. There are times I feel a direct and full connection to life. I can tap into my well of intuitive power and sense a unique balance of elements that is highly conductive of love/art/spirit. At other times, everything is just... basically... shit. Through it all is a flowing current. We are not always consciously riding it but it carries us nonetheless.
A collage in the process of becoming takes very little conscious input. I sift through images and tune into that under-running current. Things begin to suggest themselves and it is as if forms just want to become. When I slip into analysis or evaluation I can feel a mounting frustration. That's when patience and trust come in handy. You can give your mind a task - just look for more images - when you can sense it trying to control and determine things. Skimming through pages is so meditative you easily glide back into the flow. I have found in collage a very healing spiritual practice.
Our fixed-earth friend Taurus is all about experience. This tendency can express as attachment to a specific experience but transmutes into being very sensuously alive and present. It is an energy that builds slowly, which is why I am called to speak to collage or any practice that steadily flows until contact with the mystery emerges and flowers. Tragedy, acute fear, close-calls, hallucinogens... all of these can thrust us into a sharp contrast with habitual reality and alter our consciousness, perhaps in valuable ways. But Taurus is about dedication and cultivation of change. This Full Moon in particular is about appreciation, especially for talents, delights, resources or states that you've been investing in and can now thoroughly enjoy. Thank yourself for all you've done to be able to find the right pace where you flow easily with life. Bask in your awesomeness. Have a lovely Full Moon!
The New Moon in Libra happening this evening has me thinking about inter-subjectivity (a fancy word for being in relation) and about how our senses grant us privileged access to this world of relationship. In Chani Nicholas' Libra Moon write-up, she beautifully describes how our relationships bring us into greater intimacy with all aspects of our self, even trigger points and wounds. These Libra-specific lessons have been right on queue for me inter-personally, as I am sure you all are feeling this to one degree or another. Mutable and Cardinal T-squares overlap at this lunation, involving all of the outer planets, the Moon and the Sun. These pressurized formations can feel like clearing via painful extraction. With Saturn (heavy) and Pluto (deep) at the head of the Mutable and Cardinal T-squares, respectively, we may be in the midst of a super-gunky process.
When the Moon is new, it aligns with the Sun in our sky signaling both the start of a new cycle and a moment of balance, a very Libran quality. Libra is a Cardinal Air sign and this configuration speaks to me of the in-breath. Air is something we all share, regardless of the mystery of our differences. Even just a pause for slow, full breaths can smooth the ragged edges of any given moment. Air surrounds us as our internal spaces and cells surround air. Air is our very first gift of life, gathered from the outside world in our mother's lungs and delivered directly through her blood. The average person takes 17-30,000 breaths per day. Our blood circulates our body about three times per minute, traveling the distance of about four U.S. coast-to-coast trips in one day. You are an intricately wrapped series of invisible yet critical, constantly in motion, hundreds of thousands of cyclical journies of renewal.
These incomprehensible miracles of being are free for you to touch upon, especially if you are feeling down, under-appreciated or under-whelmed in the wings of this New Moon. Like air, our core self, the truth of who we know we are, is invisible. Not subject to rational understanding, it can be felt. Right now, if you shut your eyes or fold your hands you can feel the embrace of self. Lid upon lid, lip touching lip, sense and recover the potency of these small, subtle, taken-for-granted points of self-contact. As these intimate, complementary parts come together the senses simultaneously withdraw and you are inclined to turn inside. The bumps in the road of relationship point to those features in our internal landscape that we can witness with compassion, tenderness and love.
My little, well-loved slice of cyber space is like a playground, a pillow for my head to dream upon, a public confessional for the sweetest secrets of my humanity. Thank you for visiting, whoever you are!