Showing posts with label 8th house astrology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 8th house astrology. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Writing the deep

“There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it. I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way melody can transform mood. They can't transform your actual situation, but they can transform your experience of it. We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay. I believe we have always done this, used images to stand and understand what otherwise would be intolerable.”  -  Lynda Barry (via Gail Arlene de Vos) Thanks to Terri Windling for posting this quote on her blog Myth and Moor


It might be the luck of Jupiter that sparks the headlamp of a miner like myself, one of those children who was told I am "too sensitive." Jupiter brings luck and opportunity. The planet was in the 11th House, house of big ideas, collaborations, friends and foreign lands, when I was pulled prematurely from the cozy womb of my mother's uterus. Looking back at that timing as a writer today, I would say it was one of my talisman a lucky rabbit's foot that has given me the creative rabbit's hind leg muscle to leap even in the dark.

If one is born with marks in the sky (astrology) fixing depth in much of life it is the grace of noticing the light that makes such a difference in playing out the cards that wear the dark suits. Elsa wrote a strong and evocative post the other day about friends who have depth, lots of Scorpio or a heavily tenanted 8th House character. I've been mulling over the post, and the more than 50 comments responding to her essay. If this topic is of interest to you I highly recommend reading Elsa's post here.

Elsa made a comment to her post which lit that miner's headlamp for me. She said, "Another thing worth mentioning, Scorpio does tend to keep a tight inner circle. It’s not the most trusting sign, at least when it comes to things that are near and dear to them. Scorpio / 8th house types are described at “self-protective”. I think this is true. But if you are in their inner circle, your value to them is sky-high. And I just don’t think they run around expelling people unless they absolutely have to."
Keeping a tight inner circle is putting it mildly. With my son now in France after weekly visits over the winter while he navigated the legalities and paperwork entitling him to a spouse's visa, my inner circle drops from three to two. My husband and my cat are my physical inner circle, and I count on one hand the friends who know me authentically. Life with MCS create a small circle. Lynda Barry's quote, "certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight" makes me laugh at the reality of being chemical and fragrance sensitive to much of today's society.  To an extreme one with sensitivities does become self-protective.

But this is not a pity party post. I put the words down, search for the light and make sure my battery is fully charged to get to this ... Over the years that I have made my life a writer's life there have been many battles and most of them are with myself. Giving ourselves permission is the key. Terri Windling wrote today, "Most importantly, we must give ourselves "permission" to be the person we truly are -- as opposed to who we thought we'd be, or were raised to be, or who others would very much like us to be -- and no one else can do this for us. Teachers, mentors, partners, friends can provide support in various ways, but permission has to come from within if we are to own our lives, and our art."

When I discovered the potential of blogs, I took the venue on with Leo gusto (that's where half of that Scorpio energy is fueled). I wanted to write. It made no never-mind that I didn't know my audience, and wasn't facile yet with the methods for creating a blog. I had things to say, and experiences to record. Self-protective by nature the Scorpio within found ways to write from the dark, deep caves of a sensitive. First, I wrote non-fiction ... the stuff that happened. When the stuff that happened threatened me as surely as diaspora, I wrote anyway. The years of re-rooting and isolation have challenged us. Writing what happens seemed to keep me only in the dark. Jupiter, and the rabbit's muscle sought the light. I found myth, fantasy, and larger stories wanted to be told. Again, Lynda Barry speaks for me. "We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay" 

Rather than spend a lot of time here at Makua o'o I created a place, and stories to be able to stay. Lucky me.


Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Honoring the Dead: Dia de Los Muertos, 8th House in astrology


Elisa Miller Mask for Dia del Muertos
...The 8th house is a haunted house.  Like it or not, you’re a medium, or as they’re calling it now, a ghost whisperer.

Astrologically, the charts of people with mediumship abilities most often have Pluto or the 8th house or both strong in their charts.The ability usually opens up when someone important to you dies and provides an anchor on the other side. There’s no opt out button for that, so you need to educate yourself on how to shield and protect yourself as well as how to use this ability...from Donna Cunningham's blog and post "Everything you wanted to know about the 8th House ..."

Tonight is Halloween in the US. I opened my email this morning and found a picture of my grand-niece(a year old just) in her elephant ears head-dress. With her mom and dad the family will be a herd of elephants. It's been several years since trick or treaters climbed our Kuli'ou'ou Valley steps in costumes: witches, fairies, princesses, pirates and not so little Blues Brothers with bags and jack-o-lanterns for their booty. Trick or treat. Now in the woods, our dark and winding forest driveway has probably not seen many (if any) costumes and booty bags for Halloween. Haunted houses for Halloween have never been my thing, but maybe that's because I have a real thing for honoring and respecting the dead. Astrologically? I'm one of those with strong Pluto and a stellium (three planets) in the 7th and 8th Houses. "There's no opt out button for that."

Earlier in the week I opened another email with the subject "Los Muertos." The sender, my friend, a healer and lover of dance and music lives here on Whidbey Moku and has a home in Mexico. I read her message and invitation to join her to recognize and honor those who have passed. Sitting here rain drips steadily from the edge of the vardo roof, splatters on the umbrellas that are soaked through with 'ua kalanai. My feet are bare, but I wear my floppy hat and tights as I search for the story to tell on Halloween, the night before Dia de los muertos. I find this blog authored by Christin Acosta and love the pictures on her post about the Mexican Celebration; but especially, I love the words she uses to describe the color of death:
Brilliant colors and stark value contrasts between dark and light with the addition of warm earthen tones make up the complex palette of colors associated the Mexican Celebration of Dia de los Muertos (the Day of the Dead). Not only are these colors seen among the flowers and decorations that make up the various ofrendas  (altars), foods and decor that are part of the celebration, the colors metaphorically and symbolically mirror the mystical underpinnings of the Dia de los Muertos celebration...
Not far from my writing desk, the one that parks inches from the Radiant Electric Heater and allows me a view of the mossy limbs of Tall Ones still fully standing and those toppled ... a photo of my family who passed into spirit decades ago, and not so very long ago keep us company. I see them often and look to them at all times of a day or night. I think about my family who remain fully fleshed and among them I see the robust little girl with the elephant's ears continues a legacy. Even without costume ears my family has elaborate and generous ears!

I wonder whether Pete and I will be able to spend much time inside with my friend and her celebration of Dia de los Muertos. "We'll see, " I wrote back when she said she burns pellets to keep her house warm. The journey through sensitivities that prevent me from socialization has wrestled some of the demons and ghosts from my path: I join people in different places now. That is a change, things change. Part of the life-and-death mediumship Donna Cunningham describes above involves becoming sensitive to the bridges of time and place present everyday. The Ancestors are to me, ever present. As a girl that frightened me, or maybe it frightened my parents and they frightened me.

 The shadows always intrigued her, even as a girlchild the patterns that happened onto her skin caused something different. Through the screened window the moon did not ask permission to tattoo her. While everyone else slept, this child made room for the moon and the shadows and grew the voice... an excerpt from my poem Moon Tattoos, All rights protected, 2012 Yvonne Mokihana Calizar [read the poem in its entirety on the side bar of my other blog].

The sun has moved into the sun of Scorpio, my ancestral land. Soaked through as it is now, decay will turn the compost damp with mold. I long for some dry white sandy beach-time. But not now. Tonight is Halloween and perhaps it is time to enjoy the thin vale etween the living and the dead and buy a bottle of beer for my dad, look for a can of evaporated milk for coffee just the way they liked it, packages of soda crackers for my cousin; and play ukulele for them all.