Transiting Moon is in Scorpio and I’ve been having very Scorpionic conversations. About shared resources, slavery, the perceived divide between what we call our “mind” and what we call our “heart.” About the latter, I’m hoping my friends will write about that. They’ve hit on something interesting and it will make a valuable astrology post.
Right now, I just want to share something about having the Scorpio Moon natally. What I have to share is very subjective and it may have no value for you at all. It’s about love and death. (I can see the astrologers are not surprised.)
Scorpio fascinates people no end. It fascinates me, too. Perhaps because it’s a marriage of contradictions: of truths revealed and of secrets that are never told. Of deep intense love that gives us a taste of immortality and of living under the shadow of death.
Scorpio is a sign of great emotional courage and of truth. These go hand in hand, really. Can you speak your truth unless you have courage? And unless you have courage, can you even look into your heart, deep in your heart, and acknowledge and own everything you see there?
Love and death? Of course, they go hand in hand. Think of someone you love intensely. Think of someone whose existence is essential to your happiness. If you love someone that deeply, you will worry about losing them. And no loss is as final as death. Scorpios know this. They know that life can be snuffed out in a minute, in a second, in the blink of an eye. Think about it for a minute. It gives you another perspective on things. It also gives you the courage to be honest, to be authentic, to love deeply. Because our time here is limited and it will all be over all too soon. And that is why Scorpios live so vividly: they never forget for one minute that we’re living on borrowed time and if you’re being inauthentic, then you’re just wasting it.