Sacred or Sorrowful?
Virgo Season is upon us. Reminding us we are BOUND to our body, to life, to earth.
Yet: does this BIND mean we have to suffer?
Virgo is acutely aware of the imperfection and fallibility of being a human. “This is wrong, that needs fixing…"
Sometimes this awareness causes bitterness.
Sometimes it inspires honorable and reverential service to the sacred imperfection inherent in life.
That is Virgo's test.
For Virgo is the archetype of SACRIFICE, which can suck at times.
However, the Latin root sacrificium means 'TO MAKE SACRED'. So perhaps it’s all in your perspective.
Coming into a body is inherently sacrificial, as our soul experiences itself as 'less than' it was before, reduced from its 'perfect origin' state, forced into a FORM that is limited and 'bound' by rules.
And Virgo owns this process of 'weaving Spirit into Form'. Like a cosmic tailor in the fitting room of life, Virgo does her best to fit God into the finely woven casing of a meat suit.
I can just hear her, kvetching.
"Oy! It’s tight in there!!! Oy! It's so HOT! Oy! It's smelly!!!"
(Though I have a theory that Virgos themselves do not smell. And I've yet to proven wrong.)
So.... as Virgo contemplates the meat suit.... these Virgo Season questions seem to naturally arise:
-How can I live life as a prayer?
-How can I turn suffering into sanctuary?
-How can I be in service to the perfectly imperfect reality that presents, moment by moment, within and without?
I am thinking about these questions as the Sun enters Virgo today. Thinking of them as I go to the Chiropractor because I could barely walk this morning, as I got out of bed. Thinking about them as I indulge in some minty malt balls, a favorite treat but one that generally makes me feel crappy. And thinking about them as I pay for my daughter's outrageously expensive hair appointment. ($110 for 12 year old????)
Oy!!!
Ah, to make the mundane sacred. That is Virgo's business.
Hallelujah for the Sacred Meat Suit!!!
Oh... and sweet seductive Mercury has just gone retrograde in Virgo.
I have a feeling the next month is going to be a little bit, mmmmm, sacrificium.
Let's try to keep the meat suit fresh, the closet organized, and devotion to the sacred TOP. OF. MIND.
Love,
Sara
