Astro Iris From the category of “seasonal, from modernism!” 🙂
I’m starting this article with the conclusion because it makes more sense that way.
And I’m adding a quick parenthesis before the conclusion. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but in everything I write, I address things in a personal way. I mean, I’m speaking to myself as much as to anyone else—maybe even primarily to myself. Because, whether I like it or not, I’m part of this collective called humanity, and I embrace my role in it. With joy, even. Closing parenthesis.
We don’t know how to love anymore. Because we don’t know our own worth. And as a result, we can’t recognize the worth of others either.
We shy away from talking about love, and if we do muster the “courage” (read: vulnerability) to do so, we approach it cautiously, carefully measuring what we say and how much we reveal.
In my view, love begins with God. But we avoid talking about God. In fact, we avoid saying “God” in public or in certain settings, as if it’s somehow uncool, man!
When it comes to cursing, though—oh, we’re experts. We know all the words. Some of us shout them loud and proud. Others, to “fit in” with polite society, mutter them under their breath with a big smile plastered on their face.
But privately, when life throws us into a tough spot (read: something bad happens), we’re the first to cry out, “God, why…?” (fill in the blank with whatever you’ve said before). In those moments, something inside us remembers God.
We don’t know God’s value. So, of course, we don’t know how to love! We cut ourselves off from love by refusing to acknowledge God. We genuinely believe we’re above God—and everyone else, for that matter.
We avoid going to church or admitting we go to church because we’re afraid of being “unrecognized” in our social circles (friends, colleagues, groups, etc.). We think going to church makes us fanatics, that it doesn’t align with our sophisticated selves. Or we think that by doing something nice, like helping someone out, we’re automatically the kindest, most loving, big-hearted people out there.
Though when it comes to clubs (read: any form of entertainment), we’re the first in line 😂. I’ve been there too, and YES, I loved it. I still go, every now and then.
I’ve also gone to church. I still do. Almost every Sunday. I like to say I’m going on a date with the Supreme.
And I don’t go for the institution of “church” but for that part of me that comes from God. Because I know I’m human, and I could come face-to-face with a mistake at any moment. Sometimes I know I’ve messed up; other times I don’t, but by going there, I find out if I’ve done wrong and how to make it right. I also learn when I’ve done well. Not just randomly, but through the context, through paying close attention to the service in that moment. It’s more about experiencing than explaining. Gratitude grows and flows through every pore.
By doing this, we lose the option to remain ignorant. Because we start to know. And when we know and still choose to mess up… oops! Trouble!
By doing this, we learn to love—pretty much everything. Slowly but surely. And most importantly, we start to love life.
I know it’s hard, it’s tough, but it’s not impossible to remember love, to remember to love one another. As much as we know how, and as much as each of us is capable of. Or at the very least, to respect one another. But we have to want it!
Do you really want it? That is the question.
Astrologically speaking, we have the North Node in Pisces to help us decide. It’s “bought” us time until July 2026. And right now, for a few days, Saturn is in the anaretic degree of Pisces, urgently drawing our attention to superficiality vs. responsibility, accountability, seriousness, commitment, and supreme faith.
