For The Love Of Saturn

Saturn gets such a bad rap. As a species, we may well be better at doing what we are forced to, than what we could chooose to do. When life requires work and adjusting to sudden unforseen capitulation, enter Saturn. Captain of the right thing to do, the steady long player, the solid unassailable move forward. There's a very good reason your Saturn return hits at an age where you've had enough time to have a red hot go at it yourself, only to be severely readjusted. That often blindsiding course corrector reminds us why we came here. Every time, because Saturn is nothing if not consistent.

Cue the crumbling. Overcooked and underfed on what really matters, Saturn shows up - by transit, retrograde or return - to right the balance. He reminds us of our unassailable values, the ones we try to shunt for lesser gods, and stands stoic and unshakeable in the face of our disdain or hysteria. He remains the piper we have to pay, the high road, the only true path. For a world lost in blurred lines and questionable greater good, his obvious piety is a bitter pill to swallow.

Gag on it we must.

Don't sell Uncle Saturn short as you mire yourself in judgement. He is built purely on diligence; patience and dedication as the best use of time, and enduring structure. He petitions you only to discover how and what truly holds you up. With a card carrying aversion to bullshit and excuses, Saturn will force your shaky hand without so much as a smirk. Course correction is his bread and butter, a superpower only garnered naturally by the prophets and realists of our shifting world.

I must say I find him a wecome breath of imperative, his retrograde a clear space for sound revision. Look to the bones now. Dance with possibility for the months yet to come and craft the strongest skeleton you can, on which to hang your life.

Do the work.


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2017