The Libra New Moon ushers liberation from the lies we tell ourselves.
Libra is Queen Supreme with narratives and has a flair for the dramatic, either in extreme oversharing, gushing with details, or intense vigilance, holding it all in. Whereas the cliche tendency towards fickleness is based in some truth, within brews an intense adherence to pick a lane and stick to it. Unfortunately, heavily impassioned heartfelt gusto creates resistance to “letting go.” We tell ourselves that our stories are who were are. That just isn’t so.
That which truly does not serve us, especially regarding insecurities and negative self-talk, spring from a seed within a situation, often long ago, in our childhoods. Trauma has claws that dig deep; we build our lives around accommodating fear and reaction in its shadow. Toxic relationships overstay their welcome and become flippant love-hate attachments, a waste of our hearts and our energy. The shadow of this New Moon wants to look at these connections, not just with others but ourselves. How to shift in perspective about what happened in the past and how it plays out today and onward into our future. Sometimes the best balance with the powers that may be is the objective outlook, and this task takes some inner knowledge and review.
After all, Libra loves to Learn.
She measures information, considering it carefully or quickly, depending on the day. She takes a leaf from one book and presses it to her heart to create a tale that leads her through one room to the next. But the library is large and there are many different story lines that can empower her. I like to call-in my adventuresome inner child who seems to know best, despite the grown-up self who has been conditioned by the critiques of society, gender, success, and on. This is also a moment to call in our comforts and DO LESS. What is cozy? What is nurturing for you?
Libra’s entrance not only welcomed the Autumn Equinox, much to the delight of the pumpkin-spice obsessed cardigan creatures who have no sorrow for Summer-tide’s leave. It welcomes Imagination and Slowness.
Marching off to school as a child, my nose in books about forest warriors, lost maidens, wizards in wild woods, I looked forward to the Change of Leaves. To golds, browns, chartreuse yellow-greens, reds… the depression of Swamp Ass Summer would no longer have its lethargy-grip on my Southeastern stomping grounds. That being said, it takes the region in which I reside some time to mature into Autumnal majesty… But what joy to simply reach into such a transition. The relief felt in my bones, worn by humidity and hellfire, there is a (literal) breath of fresh air lifting the heaviness of my heart… Libra’s New Moon emphasizing the Winds of Change in our views: who we were, who we want to be, what we want to do with our thoughts, energies, actions.
Throughout time, the world has relished in this balance and the Autumnal seasons. We also find spiritual significance in the calendars of September and October. Many of these religious rites often hold a symbolic emphasis on Light: Sukkot, Rosh Hashanah (which begins today on September 25th), Yom Kippur in the Jewish faith; the East Asian tradition of the Mid-Autumn or Moon Festival and various Hindu, Zorastrian and Sikh dates of honor, notably Diwali. Mabon as an Earth-based Pagan observation relates to the turn of the Seasons that affect humanity at large. Harvest has heavy significance in all agricultural societies, yet inwardly, the knowing to prepare for the future, go into the Darkness, gives opportunity to review the past.
Closing out Virgo’s reign in the Astrological Wheel, a sign ruled by Earth, symbolized by the Maiden, associated with wheat, much like Persephone’s mother and her reign over grain… After a moment of perfect balance, Darkness encroached on Light, Libra who is airy, light, lovely, frolicking fae is now partly cloaked in a gown of fog, giving to the Libran fairy tale arc of Light and Dark.
And there is the meet-cute of hyper-enthusiastic Autumn culture in the U.S. that is oh so nostalgic. I adore how this time frame brings out the Hallmark hearth-hoe in hoards. Cinnamon, apples, hayrides, sweaters, Halloween. Thinking of the teen self, peacoats and first zines, Cocteau Twins daydreams, cramped clown car rides to coffee houses, cigarettes and chipped Chanel Vamp nails. Each rite of passage into Autumn adventures, onto the next chapter, there remains a rendering of renewal at the slightest hint of cooling. Soon, the roads will be picturesque with warm tones, only some evergreen and ivy an emerald depth in the forest’s contrast. Childhood aspirations well up, reminders of what was and the inevitable gearing up to the mega-stress of Holidaze, but the momentary magic that is the crisp of Fall seems to refresh us all.