The Radical Virgo
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Seasoned astrological writer Joyce Mason is the "Radical Virgo," your flight attendant on many round trips from Earth to Sky. This blog is about developing the best potential of your star map, whatever your signs or signatures. Better You = Better World.
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
A Winter into Spring Poem
Poem © 2023 by Joyce Mason
I am waiting for Godot . . .
slurping the bottom of an iced drink from last summer
through a flattened straw,
patience drowning in an empty cup,
hoping to coax Spring to show herself,
even if only out of pity.
I am losing my faith in her.
I am nearly convinced she’ll never come,
that winter will never die, at least not by natural causes.
So much in one season!
Sickness, depression, grief
Isolation, loneliness, cold …
wondering if I might be dying.
sleeping so much, as if practicing—
my story for too many winters.
Yet a ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
Webb Telescope's First Deep Field Photos, Wikipedia
Post © 2023 by Joyce Mason
We all know them: people so fluent in astrology, we can barely believe that they aren’t doing readings or aren’t on the programs of astrology conferences. I am here to defend their right to refuse to go there. I have become one of them.
Astrology is a tool and a language. How much we use or talk shop about that tool depends on our circumstances and how much we’re drawn to do so. For many people, being a perpetual astrology student is a lot more comfortable than becoming a pro. Receiving money for ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
Article © 2023 by Joyce Mason
There’s one thing I like a lot about Mercury Retrograde. I affectionately call the goof reveal factor. It’s a time where I uncover mistakes in my checking account, errors in thinking, or out-and-out misperceptions.
Yesterday’s reveal cracked me up. A couple of months ago, a favorite restaurant at a strip mall I frequent disappeared and was replaced by an AT&T store. No warning. No explanation. Nothing. I texted my niece Dawn to commiserate. She also loves this place. We ate there together often.
What was really weird about it? When I went to Tra ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
Post © 2022 by Joyce Mason
I love cusps. I know I have mentioned before that my parents and I were born on three cusps in a row: Leo/Virgo (Dad, August 23); Virgo/Libra (Me, September 22; and Libra/Scorpio (Mom, October 23). I joke that we are a tricuspid family. We were each born on the last degree of our Sun signs.
Perhaps this fact of life and birth makes me even more sensitive to endbeginnings, a wonderful term I learned in a Yoga Journal article many years ago. There are so many in our lives. As a celebrant of the solstices and equinoxes since 1988, I have discovered just ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
A Winter Solstice Poem
© 2022 by Joyce Mason
We are light:
universal energy
flickering Godstuff
illuminating the Path to Love.
Ink sky reflects light:
the cusp of winter
the Darkest Night.
Against this backdrop
light pops: the irony of contrasts,
the Yin and Yang of Life.
“You are the Light,”
said Jesus and other wise men.
Once we grasp this, we are Magi.
All the winter celebrations
full of candles, strung with lights:
love spelled out in carols, votives, menorahs,
the Christmas Star and in the Light of Laughter.
When the circuit connects
at the socket of ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
An Autumn Equinox Poem
© 2022 by Joyce Mason
I fall off the tree
full of myself
so ripe my essence overflows
oozes back to Earth.
I cannot dam my seeping vitality.
I am the chasing arrows of cosmic creation.
I am fullness bearing my own fruit.
I am the autumn of my life,
the autumn of every life cycle,
I am the juice of my own potential.
I will not miss this bloated moment,
fullness over-the-top.
To miss it is to rot,
to cycle without harvest
to stifle everything I can be:
a magical explosion of me-a-tivity.
~~~
Photo Credit: © Raul Garci ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
A Summer Solstice Poem
Poem © Joyce Mason 2022
Slithering like a snake after rain
Summer hisses its heat and bawdy flowers.
We romp and run in the blazing rays.
We are racing prisoners who got out of jail free.
The blur of beauty scarcely catches our eye.
We sprint, tails afire, through the hot freedom
seeking water.
Maximum light and childlike joy:
We barely hear our mothers calling us for dinner.
Summer Solstice, cusp of Cancer,
Mother knows best.
Feed yourself
fuel for more adventures.
Rest a while.
Bring back the beauty from the blur.
Have it for dessert ..read more
The Radical Virgo
1y ago
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The Radical Virgo
2y ago
A Spring Equinox Poem
Poem ©2022 by Joyce Mason
I am a bud lingering
in my grave of soil,
past and future lives merged,
barely moving at a snail’s pace,
becoming.
Winter, a weighted blanket
of frozen motion clings
and ducks the sun
that melts into tomorrow.
The season of suspended animation was so long;
past memories have been wiped
and renewal is a broken hope …
… and yet
like clockwork
the wheel turns,
sprouts push out of their earthen crypt
and another spring reaches its tipping point,
bursting into being
bringing us ..read more
The Radical Virgo
2y ago
The Last Day of the Year. See Postscript.
Poem © 2021 by Joyce Mason
The most uncomfortable place I have ever lived
is in-between.
It’s that vast, noiseless wasteland that forces us
to sit in the waiting room of our next life,
confronted by nothing but silence.
There’s no clue
of what it’s all about,
just a bleak gray-and-white landscape,
the fuzzy, gritty old TV static after all the shows
have signed off for the night.
I can almost see the test pattern.
Yet I know this tremendously boring
and unstimulating gray zone is the laboratory
of new life.
It’s a b ..read more