Notable Astrology Happenings
Tuesday, April 23 7:49PM ET: Full Moon in Scorpio (4°)
Thursday, April 25 8:54AM ET: Mercury Direct (15° Aries)
If you’ve ever had a pet or baby, you’re probably obsessed with poop. As someone who has both (a dog and a 4.5-month old), my life seems to revolve around BMs. A quick search of the word “poop” in my text history pulls up hundreds of messages exchanged with my husband, babysitters, family, friends, and even a few professionals.
“Has she pooped today?”
“Does this poop look normal?”
“She’s pooping now.”
But this isn’t a perverse scatalogical obsession—it’s an expression of love.
The quality and consistency of poop is a powerful indication of what’s happening internally. Our BMs are messages from within: they let us know whether our bodies are working harmoniously, or if adjustments need to be made. Plus, this physiological function is a critical detox, ridding our systems of toxins and waste. BMs are an essential part of wellness because they’re an essential part of life.
And that’s exactly what this week’s upcoming Full Moon in Scorpio is all about.
We’re currently in Taurus Season, which is the embodiment of the physical realm. It’s majestic petals greeting the sun, decadent pastries overflowing with fluffy cream, fingertips grazing soft linen sheets. But, this week, we encounter the other side of the zodiacal axis through the Full Moon. Scorpio, Taurus’ opposite, is everything that exists beneath the surface. Dwelling at the bottom of the lake, Scorpio represents all that we can’t see: the roots, the soil, the ingredients, the decay.
The excrements.
Poop may not appear particularly poetic. And while I certainly don’t want to push this metaphor ~too~ far, I do find it compelling that—societally—we tend to sweep shit under the rug. Not only do we not want to acknowledge the excrement, but we want to pretend like it doesn’t exist. Like it simply doesn’t happen. We’re uncomfortable talking about it, addressing it, accepting it as part of our flesh-and-blood experience.
But Scorpio invites us to look at the full picture. To embrace the totality, the multitudes. The crops, as well as the manure.
In Ancient Egypt, the Scarab symbol was modeled after the dung beetle. Every night, these strange, nocturnal creatures work tirelessly to turn feces into literal balls of shit. Exponentially larger than the beetle itself, these balls serve as both food and shelter—dung beetles are masters of sustainability. The Ancient Egyptians embraced this symbolism, noting that the insect’s nightly routine mirrored the Sun’s own journey from east to west. Fascinatingly, insectologists have since discovered that the dung beetle is one of the few creatures to navigate using starlight—in fact, they’re the only insect that uses the Milky Way as a compass. Pretty cool shit.
This upcoming Full Moon is the first regular lunation after a long, chaotic Eclipse Season—and that means we can make magic again. And it’s TANC (There Are No Coincidences), because no other sign knows magic-making quite like Scorpio. This murky sign is committed to unexpected alchemy. Scorpio knows ancient sediments, prehistoric bacteria, and blood-sucking leeches. Scorpio isn’t afraid of shit.
So as we step into the Full Moon in Scorpio, don’t be afraid to embrace your own release. We ingest a lot—both physically and emotionally—and, if we don’t carve out time to really let go and clear out, all of that matter will build up and stagnate within. It will make us nauseous. Lethargic. Depleted. It will make us sick.
So, this week, treat yourself like you would a beloved pet or baby. Pay attention to not just what’s going in, but also what’s coming out. You can take this assignment literally—BM awareness is always a good thing!—but approaching it from a spiritual perspective is just as important. How do you process your experiences? Where do your feelings go? What do you need to purge, and what will that letting go entail? Remember, excrements spawn life. In order to move forward, we must embrace the decay.
We must become the dung beetle.
I’m hosting a Full Moon Coven Meeting in The Constellation Club on Wednesday, April 24 at 8PM EST (replays available!) to honor this lunation—and we’ll actually be manifesting again! Hooray hooray!! Join us for a powerful ceremony that will be deeply healing and cathartic. Only $20 to attend. Can’t wait to see you there! xo
This & That
Katrin and I didn’t have time to catch up this week (!) for my Mommy Updates, but my big personal news is that we started sleep training Talula, which I did not want to do… but parenting has a funny way of challenging your strongest convictions. Now that we’re about a week in and I can see how much better she’s doing with a set routine and proper rest, I’ve been meditating on the power of self-soothing. How incredible to learn how to calm yourself in healthy, sustainable ways! I was not sleep trained, and still struggle with putting myself to bed. (Not to mention calming myself in general—thanks generalized anxiety disorder!) Perhaps sleep training Talula is cycle-breaking for me? Only time will tell, but for now we’re all sleeping again. And that’s a beautiful thing.
A pair of adorable Phoebes built a giant nest on the overhang outside our front door. It’s a bit concerning, since we’re constantly going in-and-out and I don’t want to disturb their nesting process, but this is what they wanted so we’ll see how it works out! Hoping for lots of sweet baby bird encounters this spring!
I’m not an outdoorsy girl—I’m an outside-sy girl. So I bought matte black Blundstones with a 3-inch heel. J’adore.
Hope to see you at the Full Moon Coven Meeting in The Constellation Club on Wednesday, April 24 at 8PM EST! It’s going to be a good one!
How’s the transition from Aries Season to Taurus Season treating you? Let me know in the comments!
We had a big East Coast trip planned that we had to cancel for various reasons, but I'm leaning into the gifts of (refunded) money and (suddenly open) time. I'm taking the opportunity to hit reset on many of my routines, which have (ahem) gone to shit this month due to a fatigue flareup that laid me low. (Side-eyeing Long Covid hard right now)
The 3 inch Blundstone's, dying laughing. So good!