Words Were Her Redemption: Virgo New Moon and Eclipse

I have been knee-deep in the past trolling for people and images to dust off, make fresh, and polish for my contemporary readers. We are working with potent Virgo energy today with the new moon, solar eclipse in Virgo. Two famous Virgo’s appeared as poster children for this month’s newsletter, H.D. and D.H. Doolittle/Lawrence respectively.

Hilda Doolittle: Imagist poet and bi-sexual beauty with a chart full of Mercury (ruling planet of Virgo). D.H. Lawrence: Wordsmith, author extraordinaire-Virgo who once said, we need not feel ashamed of flirting with the zodiac. The zodiac is well worth flirting with. I have fallen in love with both of these words-lovers at different periods in my life.

Mercury through a Virgo lens has me thinking about a recent campfire conversation I had with lovely Virgo friend and word-weaver, Allisa Cherry. Her relationship to words seem to both save and frustrate her. She searches continually for a perfect communion and once she’s done it, perfected the sentence until it is exactly as she feels she wonders how in the hell she’ll ever do it again. How could it be that perfect again? The brave thing to do here is also the medicine-message of Virgo/Mercury: LET THE WORDS COME AND GO. They deliver the message, drop it at our door, and will return when we are meant to commune again. There is no end to the curiosity. No end to the courting. What message must we deliver? What message are we meant to hear? How can we use the medicine that is words to save ourselves this month? How can we relieve ourselves of agonizing perfection for the pure neutrality of the message? 
On a lighter note: Virgo also has us researching, puttering about the house, canning beets, sorting socks, mending fences, delivering food to friends, reading by candlelight, brewing kombucha, fermenting, fomenting, organizing apps, and serving up delicious dinners.  

The Mysteries Remain
The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.