It’s my birthday today, so I’m going off the rails a little in today’s post. I didn't write about any music, so just jump to the calendar if that's what you're here for. Today I'm just doing a free form jazz exploration in front of a festival crowd, you know?
Because I can do whatever I want, nothing is real and everything is real and everything matters and nothing matters. Happy Birthday to me! Or have we all always existed because time is not linear and has no bearing on our souls therefore making the idea of a birthday simply a comforting construct with which to cope with the decay of our physical boundaries?
It’s a full moon tonight - the full moon actually reaches its absolute expression at 1:43am east coast time on the morning of November 4th, but I get to enjoy the benefits of the full moon on my birthday because it’s waxing at greatest potency all day, and when Goddess Moon finally keels over onto her waning side for the next 14 and a half(ish) days, my birthday will be over and I’ll be given some time to rest after using all of that manifest moon power to plant the seeds of dreams all around me.
My parents used to own a body shop, and once a month when they felt frazzled by the demands of their customers, both my open-minded mom and conservative dad would comment that “the crazies always come out on the day of the full moon.” Moon has the power to unify all of us by bringing out the intensity in each of us. The individual and the other become one.
I myself feel quite crazy when the full moon arrives each month. I don’t mean that in a negative way. I just feel very emotionally wild, intuitive, empathetic, powerful and vulnerable, and each of these gifts comes into sharp focus, even as it is jumbled amongst its sisters at any given moment. It can be a lot to handle.
I also get very restless on the full moon and feel the need to stalk about at night. Have you heard of Primal Astrology? I’m not “into it,” but I do find the descriptions unnervingly accurate. My sun sign is Scorpio, my Chinese zodiac is Dragon, and my Primal sign is Jaguar. Jaguar, the mysterious loner, Jaguar the fierce and vicious killer, Jaguar who has trouble forming and maintaining relationships, Jaguar who is proud, strange and aloof, flanked on each side by dangerous Scorpio and dangerous Dragon. Three executioners, lurking in the shadows.
On Sunday I am participating in an event I’ve been long looking forward to, and it has required a lot of work, practice and introspection. I don’t have enough time this week to write about the music events of this weekend, but the calendar is very accurate and up to date as far as I can tell. You’re probably burnt out from Halloween and stormpocalypse anyway.
So anyway, to review: my body is one year older, but this year I get the gift of a full moon and with it infinite wisdom beyond what one year of earth time can contain. You’re tired, but there’s fun stuff to do anyway. And if you’re joining me this weekend, then I look forward to reading your fortune.