A Little Samhain Reverie

Posted by Amanda Moreno

Photo by graywacke/A Landing a Day

Amanda Moreno sits down for some reflection as we move into the heart of ‘Scorpio season’. As she contemplates a recent death in her family and its effect on her orientation toward self-care, the question of life’s patterns emerges yet again — so weird, so surreal, so beautiful, and sometimes so downright hard.

By Amanda Moreno

I’m sitting in my bedroom, on my bed, trying to write. My bed is pushed up against two big windows, affording me a view of my backyard from two floors up — a backyard that is currently being besieged with gusty wind and pelting rain. It’s a perfect late-October Seattle day.

Photo by graywacke/A Landing a Day

Photo by graywacke/A Landing a Day

I’ve missed the rain and moodiness so much, as we’ve had yet another year of seemingly endless summer. I’m also grateful for the moments right now that are allowing me to just sit and breathe and sink into myself, something I’ve been avoiding for a few weeks.

So thank you, Planet Waves, for providing me with required ‘sit-down-and-reflect’ time each week! And my apologies for being MIA last week. I don’t like doing that.

Between mid-August and mid-October I felt the light coming back in after the onslaught of Saturn in Scorpio. That transit was everything I dreamed it could be and more — and some of those dreams were, in fact, more on the nightmarish end of the spectrum. Luckily, one of the beautiful things about being a believer in astrology is having a knowledge of timing, cycles and purpose.

I can’t understate, however, just how shocking it was when that light started coming back in — in a positive way that just made me want to play! That remembrance of what it’s like not to have a tourniquet twisted around my emotional body provided me with a sense of momentum that was sorely needed.

I’m not naive enough to have ever thought the transit was over completely, but I so enjoyed that two-month period of feeling more like myself than I had in years — but better, somehow. Stronger, more centered, more in my power.

Then I experienced somewhat of an…aftershock. It came in the form of a death in the family. It wasn’t a death that was entirely unexpected, but it was traumatic and still had that ‘out of the blue’ feeling to it. My family is no stranger to sudden, traumatic death. After all of the writing I’ve been doing about patterns and complexes, this sure did provide the opportunity for me to revisit some of those. Again. Thanks, universe!

The grieving process on this death was punctuated with my body giving in to a cold. Not a bad one, just one that forced me inside, with a focus on self-care. It’s so interesting to me that when ‘bad things happen,’ our society encourage us to ‘take care’ of ourselves by indulging a lot of the time. For example, in my case: death happened, girlfriends came over and then took me out for nachos (my favorite) and margaritas (the cucumber one was amazing). Are nachos and margaritas the best thing I could offer my body? Probably not. Did they help my soul? Yes, almost as much as going to see live music played by some of my best friends.

But still, there is a dissonance there. My inner six year old is pretty into mac n’ cheese at the moment, and my current 35-year-old self is weighing out a cost/benefit analysis in terms of the havoc that might wreak on my gut — while also wondering if an almond croissant might help.

I wouldn’t say this has been an intense grieving process at all, however. I said goodbye the recently departed a while back, as I’ve had to do with so many blood relations. The initial grief period has been spent a little bit disassociated, going through the motions, paying a lot of attention to the totally rad coloring books my roommate brought me while watching “Sister Wives” and “The Leftovers,” and feeling grateful that my various employers are fairly aware of the cycles of my life so far (which tend to include a fairly consistent amount of crisis), and are extraordinarily supportive and patient.

I have, however, been more in touch with my own triggers around death and loss — and lack of feeling connected to a family. Also, some deeper questions are arising that I’m not quite prepared to go into just yet, be it here or even just with myself, in my own room, watching a storm.

Part of that unwillingness has to do with giving myself a little more time to just let my defense mechanisms do what they’re doing. Part of that unwillingness has to do with observing the ‘old scripts’ coming back in, and not wanting to charge them up, even though they can seem valid at times. Which, I suppose, is why part of that unwillingness comes from the surreality of life at times, and a need to grapple with the fact that, yes, another series of events just happened that are painful and hard and that seem to just… keep happening in my life. I’m not quite sure what to do with that.

Well, yes I am. For now, I observe the fact that I feel more settled into that reality and able to cope. I continue forward, feeling grateful that I don’t feel like this event and these past few weeks indicate a total departure from the feeling of lightness and emergence, just a little detour. I’m existing with the knowledge that I don’t really want to tell the story of this death — whether that is because I’m denying it, or just because I need more space from it and from people’s reactions (which are rightfully heavy, especially if they know my history).

I remind myself that we are headed into the dark season, that the veils are thin (as evidenced by a bunch of things jumping off of my ancestors altar last night, thankyouverymuch), and that I have a pattern of emotional intensity — if not all-out distortion — at this time of year.

Life is so weird, so surreal, so beautiful, and sometimes so downright hard. Sometimes I really hate thinking in terms of patterns and sometimes I’m grateful for the awareness of them, even when that doesn’t seem to change them.

Happy Samhain, y’all. May we learn what we’re meant to, and may the souls of our ancestors and loved ones move into the light.

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About Amanda Moreno

Amanda is an astrologer, soul worker and paradigm buster based in Seattle. Her adventures in these forms of ‘practical woo’ are geared towards helping people to heal themselves and the world. She can be found in the virtual world at www.aquarianspirals.com.

13 thoughts on “A Little Samhain Reverie

  1. GwenGwen

    Thank you for being so open in sharing your personal journey…you are in my thoughts and prayers. I have been in a self-imposed exile since last December…a period that has felt like one long, continuous Mercury Retrograde! It has been a time of revisitng the patterns and mask programming that spin me out and keep me stuck…over and over again ad nauseum! And yes, a lot of loved ones leaving the planet, as well. It feels like snake medicine…molting season, getting ready to shed an old skin. Somehow, I doubt that an actual Ms. Snake is thinking too hard or wrestling with her past, present and future, as she wriggles and writhes in this process… she is laughing at the thought of this. She says, “It’s only uncomfortable for awhile…then you will emerge anew!” So I greet November, wriggling and writihing and laughing…shouldn’t be much longer now!

  2. Tana

    It is always so good to read all the comments and see others finding their way and how they do it. Yes, I’m one of those Librans who has had all the legs of the platform I stood on for my adult life broken out from under me this year. I’m so tired of searching, reading, cleaning, looking and waiting. Sometimes it seems the building for my next stage of life will not start. I want to force it forward. Patience has never, ever been a virtue of mine. Relinquishing control is so very hard for me to do.

    Yes, I’ve lost the last of my family but for 4 footed creatures. The 2 legged ones are gone. I am an orphan now as we all eventually are. Also, no siblings, no children. I am afraid.

    Reading the comments and having people be so open helps me. Amanda I look forward very much to reading your column. It is wonderful how you share yourself through your words. It is so well done.

    Gwen, thanks for your note as well. molting is so important. I just wish it too would pass so at least I could visualize the new. I can’t see it, and that is the hardest part. At this solemn point in my life there is a lot to recognizing I don’t know anything anymore. Perhaps everyone has to get to that point.

    1. CarolynkcCarolynkc

      Tana, I , too, am a Libran who feels the hits. Trying to follow some of Eric’s suggestions from the Libra birthday reading. Slow going and I must not “try” too hard.
      Thank you, Amanda, fro your insightful article, for itself and the comments you engender.

  3. Amanda MorenoAmanda Moreno Post author

    Sorry to hear of your losses, and thankful you have a voice here. I’m glad this space is helpful to you. That makes the weekly “oh god I don’t know if I can share any more personal stuff” cycle very much worth it :)

  4. Cowboyiam

    Thanks Amanda for sharing yourself as you do – it comforts my soul to realize I am not alone in my experience of searching. How often sometimes I just want to give up but I don’t even know what that means anymore. It feels like I am going nowhere fast. But then this shall pass and there will be enthusiasm to greet me again. So we just keep plodding along until we start skipping again; and so the cycle works. Learning how to utilize the down times to beneficial effect is the task at hand and you tend to speak to this part so very well. Thank you.

    1. Amanda MorenoAmanda Moreno Post author

      Using down time well is one of my focuses at the moment. Although I’ve found myself studying an interesting mix of the asteroid Lucifer, the concept of “Evil”, and a home course about synastry and composite charts which I sometimes listen to while coloring in my new coloring books. :)

  5. Pisces SunPisces Sun

    Amanda, Gwen, Tana, Cowboyiam,

    How generous to share the secrets of your heart and soul. Someone said, “a life unexamined, is a life not worth living.” Perhaps. As we settle with the experience and richness of life and learn how to live with its attachments (and perhaps be less attached only inasmuch with the realization that nothing is permanent), then peace may enter our minds, hearts, bodies, and souls granting us all some relief and happiness. It is our life quest isn’t it? Perhaps our continuous quest through many lifetimes. But its richness, the beauty and the sheer fact of impermanency and all of its lightness, also offers gratitude. I have found for me it is through gratitude that I can accept things, or should I say, better accept things, but this human experience is not easy and yet we still chose to have it.

    Regarding the rhythms in astrology, I am grateful that I am becoming aware of such a notion, it provides me more tools that aid my self-reflection to become a better person and so I am grateful. I am always questioning my beliefs, as I have found that so many no longer serve me. By doing so, I find that I am also loosing friends, associates, professional circles and interests but that is okay. Again, nothing is permanent and I don’t want it to be.

    Be gentle with yourself and one another on this journey and my sincere well wishes on your healing and remember, that some things are meant to happen in the meantime and between time but either way, it is the right time because you always have a choice as to how you will receive.

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