THE DAY TAKES THE LONG WAY AROUND

but only in my mind: VENUS IN SCORPIO, MARS IN LIBRA

With the once removed olfactory sense of the Moon in Aquarius, I've found a way to shingle up the side of Mars in Libra via their trine. I want to talk about anger.

I've been feeling both tired and angry, although angry isn't quite the right word, maybe. Largely, I wonder if it’s the residual stain of Mars in Virgo— who'd hate to know that they left a stain at all— that boils in my chest and bubbles at the thought of something smooth soothing, quickening blood. Now with Mars in the house of Venus, the Moon has come with compulsory thought to lift the stain from its weave; a gentle removal doesn't make it any less uncomfortable.

All last week I wanted to write to you and all I could really think to say was:

listen to the scream!!!!

So now here I am, looking to Mars and Venus for both validation and explanation.

As Mars departed from Mercury’s house he left me the gift of; Virgo as the preservation of the fluency & curiosity of mortality (as uncomfortable as that is) and Mars as the animal of the soul sprouting legs, either wailing or walking or both and—

the exacto blade has left the scene and me, exhausted.

(A million tiny pin pricks sounds almost nice, right, like a therapeutic board for your back but in reality it is each and every one of my annoyances demanding attention)

With the entrance of Mars into Libra, Mars has taken that boil-toil cross threaded and irreparable tool of mine from its final degree of Virgo and placed it not so softly in Venus' domain.

I understand that anger is sacred. A necessary stranger, parent, child. And with anger I have entered the cave of Venus in the home of Mars, Scorpio tapestry of incessant boiling water. Venus is the steam that cuts me in half and in her sign of detriment, I feel the rush of relief that I only ever feel from a planet in their detriment or fall.

With both Mars and Venus in detriment, I have finally found the words to speak with you; while nothing inherent comes naturally for either of them now and their arrivals are tinged with reluctance— for who goes willingly into the house of their opposition?— my head is tight and given to rest. I'm looking for the wide eyed Venus in her martial cave, mourning the hunger of summer through pleasure in my 7th house and for Mars, with his sprouted limbs and bestial luxury, sniffing at the air heavy with storm and rain.

xo,

Sarah