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Leo Full Moon (Almost) rising – Photo: L. Weikel

Leo Full Moon

We have a Leo full moon to embrace tomorrow (today when you read this). The precise moment the moon reaches its exact opposition to the sun on Wednesday, the 16^th of February, will be 11:56 a.m. And I venture to guess it’s going to be a big week for all of us, either personally or as bystanders to things playing out on the national and world stage. That’s because there’s a bunch of Pluto action mixing stuff up (more on that in another post) and Mars and Venus conjoining (and also messing around with Pluto). In addition, we can look forward to the illumination (and culmination) of patterns and intentions that happen with a full moon.

It’s hard to believe the moon wasn’t full when it rose early this evening. You can see from my photos how robustly ripe she was and how much light emanated from her as she rose.

If she’s not full until tomorrow…all I can say is, “Wow. Look out. This is going to be a big one.”

Tarot Perspective

We’ve already experienced rather startling revelations unfolding this week (DT’s accounting firm’s disavowal, the settlement of the Sandy Hook parents’ suit against Remington, the doping scandal of the 15 year old Russian skater, and the settlement of Prince Andrew’s sordid sex scandal lawsuit, to name a few) and it’s only Tuesday!

And of course everyone is trying to figure out what Putin intends to do to Ukraine – and how the rest of the world should react. From all out war to the threat of cyber-attacks, things could deteriorate in the blink of an eye (or the press of a single keystroke).

So what illumination on this full moon might my Tarot of the Crone bring us?

Seven of Wands – Tarot of the Crone by Ellen Lorenzi-Prince

Seven of Wands ~ Risk

“To go to further, to be more

I will light the match

I will fan the flames

I will dance with danger

Let Power lead

A cloaked figure stands with arms outspread amidst flames and lines of raw power. She plays with fire, as well as opening herself to let power play with her. She is willing to embrace danger in the hope of further achievement, knowing that sometimes you have to take chances. Trust your experience gained thus far; you know when something has potential. It’s time to take a real risk, but not a blind one. You know you can’t stay comfortable where you are. There’s more you want. So let the discomfort goad you into creating a more powerful future and investing in a proposition. Go stand out on that limb.”

My Take

While I chose this card with the intention of receiving insight for all of us as this full moon shines down upon us, in this moment it feels like this is most obviously speaking to the Russia-Ukraine situation. At least that’s how it feels at first blush.

Certainly, however, we’re all being pushed (‘goaded’ is such a great word) into pushing our internal envelopes. It feels like this full moon may find a lot of us saying, “Screw it. It’s time to make a move.” Indeed, the urge may hit us like a wave. So…knowing that, it might be wise to take a few moments to assess where this might come up for you and – before that wave of feeling goaded hits – have a think on what’s worth going out on that limb for. And what’s not.

Rising Leo Full Moon (almost) – Photo: L. Weikel

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Perfection

In spite of the fact that we’ve technically moved on from the ‘I’m a Fridgit’ debacle of 41 years ago, its legacy lives on. As I tried to convey yesterday, regardless of the fact that we’ve experienced a handful that were relatively OK, both Karl and I maintain a leery, if healthy, stance toward Valentine’s Day.

A good motto: Don’t take anything for granted, and keep expectations really low.

To that end, Karl made a play today on his quirky first gift of years gone by. (I suspect being outed in yesterday’s post may have had an impact; although I’m not sure.)

Staying In and Keeping it Simple

We’d already decided we were going to stay in for the evening (going out to dinner being an unappealing option for a plethora of reasons). So to spice things up, and in spite of our surprisingly consistent vegetarian dietary choices, I picked up two pieces of gorgeous fresh tuna from our favorite fishmonger, Buckingham Valley Seafood.

Luckily for me, Karl only the day before yesterday expressed an interest in reading a book I’d read back in my train days, Dreaming the Eagle, by Manda Scott. It was the first in what was supposed to be a trilogy, but apparently became a quartet (the Boudica: Dreaming series). I remember being captivated by it and eagerly looking forward to the next in the series. But then, before I became aware of the Dreaming the Bull being written, I stopped commuting and my book consumption, regrettably, plummeted drastically. (Let’s face it: I just plum forgot.)

In looking up Dreaming the Eagle, I saw that I wouldn’t be able to get it delivered in time for today’s festivities, so I checked to see if it was in our library, and it was! So I put it on hold last night and picked it up this afternoon. SCORE! And just like with the Foundation trilogy I gave to Karl so many years ago, we’ll both benefit. I’ll read this book (again) after he finishes it – and then maybe we’ll savor the rest in the series together, too.

Another Risky Gift

Perhaps reading my mind, or maybe inspired by my blog post last night resurrecting our Fridgit fiasco, Karl came home from a business trip this evening and, upon entering the house, was obviously holding something behind his back. He laughed and said he’d taken another risk…

Revealing a brown paper bag with “Owowcow” printed on it (woohoo!), he carefully took out a pint, covered the writing on the top, and started to explain. Before he got a word out, I blurted, “They have a new flavor! I read about it on Facebook. Oooh! I hope you got it!” (Note: I’d not been back to Owowcow since my indulgence back in December, which you might recall…)

He laughed, but didn’t yet reveal. “I saw there was a flavor I’d never heard of before, and I asked to try it,” he said, squinching up his face in obvious distaste. “Ick. I didn’t like it,” he laughed. “It wasn’t sweet enough.”

My eyes lit up. This sounded promising.

“So I figured, Lis’ll probably love it. So I got it.” And with that, he brandished the pint with a flourish.

YES. He’d bought his Little Fridgit a pint of ice cream: