This Thing Called Life

The intensity of the Scorpio full moon is in full throttle and her beams are searing through us. If you woke this morning gnashing your teeth or sobbing at the awful news or at breaking point know that Lady Lune is doing her good work on you.

What lies beneath is the realm of Scorpio and a natural state for its Plutonic natives. The doorways to our hidden places are found tucked within all that we seek to repress. We hide away from that which we don't want to confront or acknowledge. We step away from all we feel powerless to change as we try to resolve our dissatisfaction or quiet despair. We make choices that dishonour us in order to keep a shaky peace built on a false premise. We kid ourselves that we are in control as we feel a terrifying simmering beneath our cracking veneer. And then something comes along, sometimes even just the tinest tipper and we're writhing in our darknesses. Something like the Scorpio full moon? Perhaps.

The Purple One, possibly the greatest example of Gemini flair and wit, was a switch hitter par excellence who both understood and embraced this duality, our eternal dance with our shadow. Prince lived and breathed it, refused to bow to forces who tried to shame him into conversion or apology and thrived in the chaos. What he created there was magic that spoke to our heart and our feet all at once, his free spirit liberating us all.

And that, dearly beloved, is this thing called Life. Our gaze cast on him by his passing is the best medicine for this full moon.

A strong spirit transcends rules
~ Prince

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2016