Saturn's role in the journey for makua o'o

"With Saturn in Scorpio, energy is limited and I just don’t have it to waste."-Elsa P.

Saturn in Scorpio is moving through my 10th House (public reputation). With each new day I am made very aware of the limited energy I do have. The upside of that is, I do have some energy. Yesterday my husband and I packed up our Subaru and braved the pre-solstice downpour to celebrate my good friend's graduation. Packing up your car in these contemporary times might seem oddly out of date for a trip an hour and a half away. But, to us, in our form of living it takes packing and preparation. We did successfully drive north on Highway 20, Pete steady at the wheel at 50MPH with very little traffic to impede us. We made a choice to see this good friend whose journey inspires me as she uses the energy available to her to become a force with which to reckon. I have listened to her sort what's good, what's no longer nourishing, what beliefs can sustain her now.

Our drive to celebrate her success required packing up, and when we arrived it was obvious we could not stay long. We found her among the red gowns and embraced with the energy of friendship solid. It was important to be there; not a waste of energy. I had my blue waterproof boots on, and had the Toy Story umbrella poised above me to shed the rain. Pete found our friend in that crowd of graduate, and when we had to leave said, "Moki really just wanted to show off her boots!" He's a Cancer with care at his core and mischief in all his limbs. "Those are boots worth showing," my friend said appreciatively. I glowed.

Above everything else Saturn does for all of us, the planet of time-keeping brings the lesson of slowing down to learn lessons deeply. For me, the 10th House transit has to do with being an elder, a writer and friend who is worthy of self-love and love of those who really know me.  Donna Cunningham, astrologer and blogger; and friend who joined me on my on-line writers group for a time, has a fascinating and vigorous post on Saturn. The comments and dialogue are healthy and thoughtful. Here is the link for you to read yourself. At 70+ Donna's elderhood still glows with humor and grace. I love her for that light. I seek that out and blend it into my own recipe for metamorphosis. Right, if there's not a lot of energy to waste, choose wisely or wiser than before. Saturn is all about that.

What's your relationship with Saturn like?

#4 The Safety Pin Cafe: Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis is a biological process by which an animal physically develops after birth or hatching, involving a conspicuous and relatively abrupt change in the animal's body structure through cell growth and differentiation.-Wikipedia

"Did you know humans are the only animals who deny their own metamorphosis?" I was ill-prepared for the question though Raven had not left my side since the old Gypsy woman finished with her reading, and that comforted me. Was it just a reading? "It was just that," The Lady answered and motioned to Raven as she pat the empty seat next to her. I felt his gloved hand on my right elbow but remained where I was. "I want to think about what you asked, Raven." It was the first time I'd addressed him directly and meaning no disrespect for The Lady, this was another of those inordinate questions; not common I believed. I thought of my hens who were molting, dropping feathers rather than eggs. They were not so much changing as the caterpillar became winged, but my hens knew their place and their timing.

The faceless woman now wears a wooden heart dangling from a long silver chain. In place of a self? "Was that enough (protection) for her," I asked out loud surprising myself. "It may not be enough protection,but it's what she has." Raven neither released his gentle touch nor altered the pressure. "Can she stay here you suppose, here at The Safety Pin Cafe?" I noticed a small hallway behind an eyelet curtain the color of maple leaves at their final crescendo of Fall. Mottled oranges, gold and crimson, the eyelets let in a view of stairs leading somewhere. "So many rooms. Or just one?" His eyes were impossible to read, and I am good at reading eyes. Raven evaded my question and my eyes. How odd this day has turned. "More warm milk?" This time his gloved hand raised at my elbow. I thanked Raven but declined; my stomach not yet settled from the episode just finished. 

The kitties and ducks had become fast friends and lay huddled in a mass beneath the table. The Lady had a fresh plate of warm cinnamon toast. Fur and feathers mounded into a delectable moving rug. Irresistible, I ran my feet over them. Quack, quack, meow. The ground of me softened. Cut into wings, and glistening with chunky crystals of sugar the toast surrounded a large cup of steaming tea -- mint. "Peppermint will refresh you," this time The Lady spoke. Her voice was an odd combination of echoes. Each word reverberated. "It's ...It's...It's... an...an...an... annoyance...annoyance...annoyance," she laughed and pointed at her throat to finish. I felt her say, "The voice can be such a bother. I turn it off mostly, hoping the old spell has run its course. But no. Not yet."


Is there more? Oh yes, here it is. 

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