🌕 The Wound Is the Gift: A Full Moon Reflection

Living Astrology

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Can we talk about Chiron?

There’s a lot to say, and there are astrologers who have been sharing insight into this wounded healer archetype much longer than I have. If you want a deep dive, I suggest starting here. Today, this is what’s alive for me:

When I think of Chiron, I think:
The wound is the gift.
Our wounds are poetry.
The very thing that aches can become the medicine.

Today’s full moon in Libra sits opposite Chiron in Aries. It’s close enough to my natal Chiron to feel like Hercules’ arrow sunk into my own leg - and I’ve even been having an ache in that area for the past several days. It’s also lighting up the house of retreat, spiritual connection… and poetry.

Yesterday my partner, Keane, mentioned that the Sun was conjunct Chiron, and the moment he did, I felt this nudge: Today’s the day to speak your poems. So I did.

For the first time, I read my poetry aloud - at an actual poetry reading. We’ve been attending this particular Friday night gathering on and off for the past two months, so it was a somewhat familiar space to take this step toward healing the part of me that fears being seen, and unseen - heard and unheard. A step toward honoring the ways I am here, do speak, can move forward.

And I want to say this gently, in case you need to hear it too:
Whatever your wound is, it’s not proof you’re broken.
It’s a message. A mirror. A doorway.
And the part of you that aches might also be the part of you that sings.

If all of this has you wondering where your wounded healer is rising to be witnessed, claimed, and carried into right relationship with those who oppose your primal knowing, especially the one you meet in the mirror each day, send me a message and I’ll let you know.

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P.S. Venus is pulling out all the stops as the planet of love, beauty, and poetry stands still after her busy review period, asking us to, again, find a right relationship with our spiritual nature. And Saturn is nearby, offering the grounding we need to bring that inspiration into form. This is a potent time to let creativity meet structure, spirit meet practice and feeling meet form.

P.P.S. Keane’s been writing a lot lately, and we discovered something beautiful about his chart and his natural poetry cycle. I’ll be sharing that story in the next post - stay tuned. It gave both of us goosebumps.

P.P.P.S.
A couple years ago, I had a dream that Keane was carrying me into the Libra Full Moon. We were spiraling toward it - almost like we were gliding across ice - slow, graceful, and in sync. Then we entered the moon itself. It was enormous. Glowing. So full of light it felt like we’d crossed into another world entirely.

And maybe - just maybe - this Libra Full Moon is another threshold.
An invitation into a world that’s more just.
More caring.
More attuned to the beauty and belonging we all deserve.