THE WEAVE:

Libra season and the Nodes of Fate

Often, when we talk about Libra, we talk about beauty and fairness, we don’t talk about judgement, but judgement is somehow always in the ballroom. It exudes from the pores of the courtesans at the Masquerade.

If you have Libra placements, this Eclipse season, they may be standing in the Fire. As the Sun and the South Node pass through Libra, we are confronted by what we believe to be good as we are presented with the perspectives of others. This is not a time to cling to our ‘truths’, but it’s also not a time to be soft-headed, susceptible, and swayed. Can you be the magnanimous judge?

Easier said than done.

I am a Libra rising. In astrological terms, the South Node is moving through my 1st house of identity and will eventually cross the line of my ascendant, into my 12th house. Am I letting go of my self perception, or of what everyone else thinks of me? Hadn’t I done both of those things already?

The South Node imbues the light with a karmic hue. We reap what we have sown. History may repeat itself in order to be more thoroughly processed.

A friend joked with me recently, “Libra Risings have it easy.” And it’s true, we’re well loved because we’re good at playing whatever part you need us to play. This is the bright-eyed courtesan behind the fan. This is embodied elegance and charming clumsiness. This is manipulation, maybe intentional, but often subconscious and somehow learned.

To please people. To navigate others beliefs with finesse. To veil your self to be accepted. This is our poison and our antidote. This is me, shaking you a drink behind the bar…

It’s been reflected to me that Libra Risings are subversive, meaning attempting to sabotage the established social order from within. Perhaps I am that. I don’t want to play pretend, I just happen to be good at it.

I am an Aries Sun. And it’s not lost on me that as I let go of how I am perceived on the South end of this Nodal axis (Libra), I’m embracing more authenticity of who I am on the North end (Aries). I am not the sweetest fruit on the tree -More like a crab apple. Those who really know me enjoy me all the same. The core of my identity is at odds with the projection others have upon first meeting me, which sometimes makes me feel like I’m a ‘dangerous’ person:

Two-faced, fork-tongued, or simply hiding in plain sight.

Where do you feel confused about your place in the social dance? And if you don’t feel confused, which kind of courtesan do you identify with? Are you the Knight? The Jester? The King? Where and with who do you take off the masque? Or do you just put on a different one?

I find Nodal transits behave like a marble circling the funnel of a drain. Eventually, you’re getting sucked into the portal, so there’s no need to exert more energy than necessary to get there. Details come at their given point along the spiral, like blossoms opening on a vine.

Just ponder.

Collect intel. Feel the discomfort. And then, make beauty.

That’s the Libran way.

Beauty doesn’t have to be pleasant. Beauty can be gut-wrenching. Beauty can be the saddest story you ever wrote. But once it’s written, maybe you don’t have to keep living it.

When I offer ideas or ask questions in this space, please don’t imagine I think I have it figured out. I ask you what I am asking myself. I don’t have all the answers, and I certainly don’t have your answers.

Xx, J