Oh Scorpio! Your power of creativity is rooted in the death of all that you wanted to hold on to. Let it drop off you the way you want your clothes to fall off your body in the light of the full moon, in the middle of a forest. Fuck everything! Fuck it all! None of it is in your control. But all of it is here for you to love and grieve and have a sensual experience with. The full moon in Scorpio invites us to the place where we realize that dissolution and regeneration are not in convergence – they’ve never been separate. 

The full moon in Scorpio lights up the night sky when the sun is in the full bloom of Taurus. The dance of life moves deep into the earth with scorpio; down into where everything is broken down, down into where the power of something transmutes to become other things, where rot becomes nourishment, and decay gives life beneath the surface of all that exists. Taurus’ choreography unfolds as the blossoming of flowers and the nectar of life itself, as the lushness of a green world, as the bees and their buzz, as the butterfly reborn from the chrysalis, looking for a mate.

Scorpio whispers into the wind; “Hey butterfly, once you lay the eggs made by fulfilling your desire, and create the possibility of the continuation if life, death will come your way… so be beautiful and brave, and love the grace of your flight, darling one! This is a fleeting moment!” 

As the earth puts on her most glorious gown of emerald enchantment, bedecked in blooms, bright and inviting, alive and full of laughter and lust during Taurus season, the full moon in Scorpio wants us to remember the reason why pleasure’s potency is crucial. Life and death are not only intertwined, they are spun as one thread that weaves the tapestry of this cosmic adventure. 

Life comes from eros. Life makes death. Death makes life. Eros requires a death; a release into the experience, a surrender into the senses, a deep dive into the dangerous delight of desire.

Desire is not safe. But without that itch, that throb, that pull, that impulse, life doesn’t exist. It’s obvious that as humans we can’t just follow our desires. A cognitive process must be undergone before one simply just jumps off the cliff into the arms of what they want. We need consent. We need to consider the feelings and well being of much more than our own. We need to think things through. I’m not just talking about sexual desire, although it can hold strong as the metaphor for all of it. But Scorpio is that part of us that dives into the abyss, free falling. 

There’s a deep exhale that can move through us as we move through the doorway of this full moon. “Fuck it!” she roars. Let it fucking drop. Whatever it is that is holding you back. Whatever chains you feel are keeping you from who you need to become. Drop the pretence. Drop your voice. Speak from your belly, from the core of the earth. Drop it! Drop into the currents of the intensity of this bubbling potion in the cauldron of your being, in the cauldron of these times. Let the heat eat you up. Let yourself be consumed by the erotic endeavor of life’s enormity and the entanglement of its ferocity and tenderness. 

“Fuck it” as in drop it! “Fuck it” as in love it. “Fuck it” as in let it go because it was never yours. “Fuck it” as in let all of it be filled with eros. 

Both Taurua and Scorpio share the shadow of possessive qualities. So both are here to remind us to hold things with an open palm, to be anchored and to recognize when you’re getting caught, to learn to release, but not without the necessary process of grief, to live with the fullness of loving, holding the boundaries of someone else’s freedom, as well as our own, within the heart’s open temple. 

This full moon in Scorpio is a howling extravaganza, a wild roar through the vastness of creation, a deep dive into profound conversation, a brave drop into the metabolising magic of death and rebirth and the continuum of breath and somatic awareness and the soul, a softness and a strength that come from the capacity to be with it all.

She scatters you into the shadow and the light in the forest of your delight. She sends you through the wind, she falls into the flames with you, asking you to transform. She shatters the places where your comfort zone keeps you small, or the demand of the world is for you to be something simpler, when who you are is the tangles of roots with fungi, of branches and wind and leaves and blossoms, and how they call the insects to come and sip and spread the seeds of more. Who you are is the complexity of moonlight reflecting in the waters that the moon causes to rise and fall, as it reflects the sun, and remembers that it’s part of it all.

This moon invites us to bless the world with the ways in which we shake off the simplistic and move with the nuanced nakedness of our untamed, ambiguous truths. 

The leaves on the Sycamore tree outside, on the other side of the street, dance in the wind of this full moon in Scorpio day, as the clouds allow some rays of sun to break through and send shimmers all the way into my eyes, all the way into my heart. Fuck it! This day is too beautiful to not love life more fully. With all the regrets and all the disappointments. Fuck it! It’s too tender not to love it, too strong not to be taken by it, too full not to be enchanted by it, too erotic not to be loved by it. 

May this full moon in Scorpio fill you with what you need in order to release what you don’t. May this full moon marvel at your beauty as you look up in awe and let yourself be eaten by its glow. 

I added some prompts to this post on Substack, for some full moon journaling, or to ignite a conversation with your moon people. Check it out here. 

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So much love to you, and please have a beautiful full moon! I know it’s hard to focus on it when the world is falling apart, but Scorpio tells us the world is always falling apart, and drinking moonlight might be exactly the medicine that you need. 

XOXO

Hagar