Healing Comes from Transcending the Entrapment of Former Paradigms

Spring arrives in the heart of the Venus retrograde

The artist Tù.úk'z is a self-described “internet entity” known since 2012. Their art is surreal and hyperreal, and evokes the intensifying light of spring. This piece is called “Transcendence at Dawn's Threshold.”

Two days later, I am still dragging myself over the winter finish line. Last week’s total lunar eclipse in Virgo picked my ass up like a sneaker wave, pulled me and whatever togetherness I had left out to sea, churned me about and battered me up a bit, and then crashed me unceremoniously onto the shore of spring. Several times I honestly wondered whether I had angered a Trickster god, or a neighbor good with curses. And then I would remember, it was an eclipse season, Mercury was very retrograde, and Venus, too, and Venus is the boss of me, so when she goes down, I go down. My plans were dashed. My voice went out. I found a secret stash of misery and resentment pickling in my heart. Lightbulbs flickered on and off and and laptops and phones refused to recharge. The spring equinox still came, and my inbox bloomed with flower metaphors and witchy spring cleaning tips and fresh news of the fascist takeover. I left it all unopened. It was pouring rain. I went outside anyway and got a little wet. Then ran back inside and curled up in a ball of blankets and slept.