Hounds of Love: Solar Eclipse in Scorpio, October 23, 2013 October 21 2014

by Becca Wolfson 
Solar eclipse in the first degree of Scorpio: with water water everywhere, we are about to feel like we're drowning in passionate intensity, but there is a vision. And, to borrow a phrase from Yeats, we are feeling that “the ceremony of innocence is drowned” on a collective level.  All around us we sense the ancient monsters of disease and war and the modern monsters of the rising
heat and tides, threatening to devour  the notion of a civilized world. All this translates to our inner lives, bringing us a longing for deeper power, for meaning beyond the chaos of the political and the wild threat of an unavoidably changing natural world.

On a personal level, we struggle to find the inner fulcrum, the
balance point demanded by mercury retrograde in Libra. It is
beginning to turn forward--this movement calling us all toward the deeper darker waters of Scorpio. It is Halloween season, samhain after all, and it is also a new moon eclipse, so we can imagine ourselves finding a silvery light on a very, very, very dark night. 
 
Imagine guiding a very young part of you toward some much deeper longing to be in the world, to feel your vision, your knowing, your offering of a full self. This carries a sort of faith that you are more than your small ego-self. But there is fear--what is that ancient fear of the dark? Yes, you guessed it, we are back to the monsters of the last eclipse. But we are no longer Andromeda, lashed to the rock, waiting to be saved or devoured, as we were at that time

No. We are free now, wandering both alone and together, and we have this tremendous sense of the larger world, of nature taking over. Our intellect is only a partial guide now. Like night vision, we can only see a narrow path and the shadows loom around us. Our heart leads us forward, and an inner vision expands beyond the fear of the edge-- the fear that, like a mediaeval explorer, we might fall off the flat edge of the world. 

For this moon in Scorpio, we have Kate Bush, Hounds of Love.


We are all running, alone, in the dark, but to truly find our way, we need to stop before we fall into that trap. It really is about love, you know.

So where do we go? Well...this watery eclipse is edged by the fire of
Jupiter, joined by the passionate intensity of Venus in Scorpio, and of course, the eclipse is also joined by the Scorpio Sun.

This is some wild vision, but this period is, as Marina Marcario of darkstar astrology writes, a breakthrough, not a breakdown. Funny, before reading her piece, I almost chose Rolling Stones "19th Nervous Breakdown" for the  first half of the blog,and I wanted to, not just because I love that song, but because it is what are wandering on the edge of here... but
we are meant to transform that manic edge by going beyond our personal "flat ends of the earth." 



We find Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac, and in this live version Stevie Nicks gets almost taken over by the spirit of the song. That is what we both are scared of and longing for now--that transcendent cosmic animal moment where we are taken beyond our small self. And that can be some scary witchy stuff. Love it all, though, beyond the fear, keep going, keep swimming out into the deep end, you are already there anyway.

This is a healing moment, a Stevie Nicks/Alice Coltrane, crystal visions kind of thing, and it is the space beyond that Hounds of Love fear we are running from. It is about the erotic depth of feminine power, and receptive channeling of the creative spirit. For all of us, whatever our gender identity, here's a moment to find your Rhiannon.

I want to leave you with one last suggestion for this time--the brilliant essay by Audre Lorde titled "The Uses of the Erotic." It captures the true notion of eros, and the ways feminine power has been sent underground, or disguised as a more superficial sexuality:

“There are many kinds of power, used and unused, acknowledged or otherwise. The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling. In order to perpetuate itself, every oppression must corrupt or distort those various sources of power within the culture of the oppressed that can provide energy for change. For women, this has meant a suppression of the erotic as a considered source of power and information within our lives.”

Becca Wolfson is a licensed social worker in private practice in Brooklyn and Staten Island. She combines her clinical training as a psychotherapist with her passion for astrology to offer clients a positive and nurturing vision of their lives and personal struggles as part of a much larger cosmic story.