Today the full Beaver Moon hangs in the sky, a Super Moon to wreak its lunacy on those of us prone and susceptible to such nonsense, and I most certainly am. Warnings for the mutable signs (such as Virgo) have been coming across my social media for days – and with Mercury about to head into retrograde motion, I’m bracing myself for all that’s to come.
Actually, ‘bracing’ is not the most apt term here, as I’m not holding on rigidly or stubbornly working to keep my footing – instead, I’m going with the flow, even going so far as to forgive myself in advance for falling and faltering and failing. The art of imperfection has been one of the most difficult arts for me to appreciate, but I’ve come around to it, locating its ease and pleasure, and all the things I thought I was too good for in all those tiresome and tiring years. Virgos typically make most of their quests in service of perfection.
For this week, I’m going to attempt to go easy on myself, to leave room for error, to make space for mistakes. To allow myself to be human, and to ask your indulgence in that as well. Endeavoring to make it through the week as quietly and unassumingly as possible, I shall lay low – or is it lie low? In a nod to the sentiment at work, I won’t bother looking that up to correct or perfect it.
Those are superficial imperfections anyway – the real challenge is in accepting my darker and more unhinged tendencies, the petty insecurities and perceived slights, the nagging and gnawing doubts as to my self-worth, the suspicions that the best years are already behind us, and what could possibly be the point going forward?
Treat us kindly this week, dear moon. I loved beavers as a child – I’ve honored you all my life. Teach me, and let me be open and humble enough to receive your lessons.
