It goes without saying that I would never be hired to teach science.
And yet, I’ve stumbled upon a phenomenon that’s gotta be physics.
Or some science-y thing.
And I’m not just saying that because I need an excuse for why I haven’t written in a month.
You know how it’s been “Queen season” since Summer Solstice?
And Summer Solstice is the sun’s zenith, the height of the light, the absolute peak.
So, during Queen season we “look from the top of the roller coaster” and survey our domain.
It’s the season when we honor “a lot-ness”; when The Queen helps us see that overwhelm is simply abundance in a bad mood.
If you follow the Mystical Rhythms calendar you know that the Queen’s moon is the full moon.
So from all this we understand that the Queen archetype is about fullness, zeniths, and abundance.
But what about when we’re so full we feel empty?
(I’m launching into my excuse, by the way)
We’ve all experienced this.
When there’s “no room at the inn”.
When the concert is sold out.
When your favorite restaurant can’t squeeze you in, not even at the bar.
It’s a thing, right?
When there’s so much and things are so full that there’s a resulting emptiness.
When your calendar is so full you say no to favorite things and people.
So full that you say no more often then yes, in fact.
And that feels like you’re pulling from an empty well, running on fumes.
“I’m full so there is no room” is a bit of a mind fuck.
All at once you’re saying “I have tons” and “I have nothing”.
(Now you’re thinking damn, KV, maybe you should teach science)
Anyhoo, this is some pretty nuanced Queen medicine, coming to you right at the very end of her season.
When you walk with the Queen archetype, rockin’ the Summer Solstice and the full moon like a boss, you gotta know what you’re getting into.
Being at the height of the light, the top of the roller coaster, is cool and all but it also means you’re maxed out.
Celebrating the full moon means that “your cup is full” and cannot take anymore (I mean, the full moon doesn’t get fuller.)
So “glass ceilings” and all that human achievement stuff aside, we have some facts.
The moon does not get “fuller”.
Your lungs do not continuously fill.
The roller coaster doesn’t keep going up.
And so, this summer I’ve been so full that I’ve been empty.
Nuthin’ to say. Nuthin’ to write.
(That’s my excuse and I’m stickin to it.)
And listen, I’m not stingy. Feel free to use this excuse too.
Because you probably need it right about now.
Look up. See that?
That’s a full moon in the sky. Yep.
A full moon during Summer Solstice? Yeah baby, the second one of the season actually.
That’s alotta Queen.
Me n the mystics have had this on our radar all season long, so we know what to do.
We’ll be offering ourselves grace when we max out, saying N-O to things that will not fit.
We do not cram.
We sing like a song and offer like a prayer: that’s enough.
We understand that it is limitation that allow fullness in the first place, like the size of our lungs or stomachs, or the length of a day.
Limitless = neverfull, never enough; continuously filling.
Limits = regular fullness, regular satisfaction.
This is a facet of the Great Mystery, it seems.
That limitation serves us like a foot washer at the temple.
Do we speed past these humble beings, or do we pause to appreciate their tender touch, the bend of their back, their dedication to the poetic transition that allows us to humbly enter sacred space?
love & limitation,