New Moon in Aries ~ March 21, 2023

My March 2023 Forecast shared:

March 20 Sun enters Aries. Spring Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere, Autumn Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere. Venus conjuncts the True North Node today. This meeting occurs in her home sign of Taurus, giving Venus even more strength and grace than usual. Fresh, new energy infuses the world, especially in areas of love, money, self-esteem, physicality and the arts. In addition to Venus, Juno (the wife of the zodiac) also conjuncts the North Node, bringing extra emphasis to destiny level romantic relationships and marriage.

March 21 New Moon in Aries at 1:23 p.m. Eastern US time. This New Moon occurs in the very first degree of the first sign of the zodiac. It marks a true reset for the entire world. The 1:23 timestamp gives those in the Eastern US timezone an extra blast of “Go Time!”

At the time of this New Moon in Aries, we have a stellium in Aries: Sun, Moon, Mercury, Chiron and Jupiter. All that Aries drives us into bold new energies.

Venus conjunct North Node and Juno in Taurus remains in effect. Despite all the Aries, this is also an auspicious time to begin a relationship or to take the next step toward commitment in an existing love connection. On the collective level, we need to beware of jealousy, envy and feeling “less than.” Aries is a sign of the ego and forging ahead, whereas Taurus wants to settle down. How might commitment to relationship help us to move forward? This question includes collaboration (especially in the arts), not just romantic relationships.

The Sabian Symbol for this New Moon in Aries is:

(ARIES 1°): A WOMAN JUST RISEN FROM THE SEA. A SEAL IS EMBRACING HER.  KEYNOTE: Emergence of new forms and of the potentiality of consciousness. .

This symbol reminds me of Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus. Dane Rudhyar adds context:

“[T]he seal is a mammal which once had experienced a biological, evolutionary but relatively unconscious emergence, yet which retraced its steps and “returned to the womb” of the sea. The seal, therefore, represents a regressive step. It embraces the Woman who has emerged, because every emergent process at first is susceptible to failure. This process is indeed surrounded by the memory, the ghosts of past failures during previous cycles. The impulse upward is held back by regressive fear or insecurity; the issue of the conflict depends on the relative strength of the future-ward and the past-ward forces.

The possibility of success and that of failure is implied throughout the entire process of actualization. Every release of potentiality contains this two-fold possibility. It inevitably opens up two paths: one leads to “perfection” in consciousness, the other to “disintegration” – the return to the undifferentiated state …

This symbol characterizes the first of five stages which are repeated at three levels. This stage represents the initial statement, or theme, of the five-fold series which refers to the first level: IMPULSE TO BE.

In other words, yes, it’s “Go Time,” but we’re starting a marathon, not a sprint. Whatever begins to unfold will take awhile to hit its stride. Look for signs of the new, so that you recognize openings when they first appear. This will allow faster movement with less frustration.

Set for Washington, D.C., the New Moon closely conjuncts the Midheaven. This suggests recognizable new beginnings for the United States.

The New Moon in Aries opposes Ceres and Osiris in 0+ Libra and Dionysus at 1+ Libra. All three asteroids deal in some way with love, loss, death, and regeneration. At the New Moon in Capricorn on December 23, 2022, they formed one of the squares of an intense Cardinal Grand Cross. Now they oppose the Equinox and New Moon energies. In order to move forward we need to free ourselves from clinging to the old.

We find assistance from Manwe at 1+ Aries. In Tolkien’s mythology, Manwe was a sky god, completely pure and free of evil.

Jupiter remains loosely conjunct Chiron. (The exact conjunction occurred on March 12.) This aspect reminds us to turn any intensity into big opportunities for healing.

Start something new to cash in on the fresh energies, but remember, this is only the first of an unusual two New Moons in Aries this year. If you don’t initiate everything this month, you’ll have a second chance on April 20–and that’s an Eclipse! Also, if you haven’t seen it yet, check out the video I made on this March 21 New Moon in Aries. That video focuses even more on the Venus/Juno/North Node conjunction and the magical Selkie energies. Blessings abound!

End of an Era: Fly Free, Grandma Van

My 101-year-old grandmother passed this morning within an hour of the New Moon in Aries. I had the chance to connect with her on a soul level for the past two nights and early this morning, helping her to make the transition to the Otherworld. Some of you may remember my posts about Grandma Van’s 100th birthday party that our family celebrated in January 2012. (Photos and tribute here).

Happy 100th Birthday, Grandma!

Vantries Derbenwick was a special woman, so unusual that people still remember her even years after seemingly casual encounters. She is the person from whom I inherited my animal communication abilities, and I spent my childhood watching her call wild blue jays to land on her finger, dote on her many canaries and parakeets, and love her own and others’ dogs. In Phoebe Home, where she spent her last few years, her roommate’s cat took a shine to her, and the staff placed the home’s birds right outside her room, because they all enjoyed each other so much. Now-grown children of people who adopted her dogs when she first went into assisted living still remember bringing the dogs for visits. One parent recently told my dad that her children were so touched by those visits that they had both written papers about them for school.

When I was a child, I lived within a mile of her house. I’d often walk there on the weekend or after school. My grandmother’s yard was wild. In the middle of suburbia, she boasted a chaotic sprawl of trees and shrubs that housed pheasants, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, cardinals, various woodpeckers, blue jays, robins and chickadees. That hilly yard with all its winding roots was a bear to mow, but I always enjoyed the adventure, followed by peanut butter and butter sandwiches, a personal favorite of Grandma Van. She also introduced me to the important differences between Rocky Road and Heavenly Hash ice creams, and Caramel vs. Praline, because “A meal just isn’t a meal without dessert!” (That’s a Grandma Van maxim.)

She collected dolls, crafts, afghans, Hummel figurines, quilts, and stuffed animals. In fact, some might argue that she collected way too many things. In the process of collecting, though, she supported hundreds of artists, doll makers and craftspeople. I attended fairs with my grandmother, and I witnessed how she connected with vendors. They loved her, and it went far beyond the money. They saw that she saw them — that she recognized the care and attention each gave to his or her chosen craft. Many of them continued to write her letters decades after she stopped attending fairs.

My grandmother was a stubborn woman. She knew what she liked and refused what she didn’t. You don’t get to be 101 without some sense of what keeps you enjoying life! A master of knowing her own preferences, she loved romance novels and read several per week. Even on her last day in and out of consciousness, she recognized the woman who runs the book cart!

Grandma Van was difficult to buy for because she was picky and already had so much stuff, but she always appreciated a handmade gift. I spent many hours hand-stitching decorative Christmas pillows and helping her reorganize her shelves. Grandma and I shared the same love language: gifts. Sharing things with those who valued them brought her great joy, and thus she wound up accessorizing and providing kitchenware for many of my early apartments. I had the honor of designing the invitation for her 100th birthday party, and my dad framed one for her, which you can kind of see below:

My dad, David’s sister and I also recently combined efforts to bring her one last gift: a custom, hand-knit afghan in “pastels, no red.” My dad came up with the idea when Grandma requested a new blanket. In retrospect, it was just so perfect, because I had only recently let my parents know about Linda’s awesome knitting skills. Having a handmade gift that involved so much care and coordination from those she loved and a craftsperson just beginning to sell her wares was just soooo Grandma Van!

She was a generous and lively woman, mentally sharp even after multiple strokes. We would have lost her much sooner had she not had so many friends, because one such stroke occurred while she was with a group, including nurses, which resulted in almost immediate care. When Grandma could no longer travel to her bridge group, they traveled to her, using the community rooms at her various assisted living and care facilities. Many of her bridge friends and former neighbors attended the 100th birthday celebration, along with three more generations of living relatives from all over the U.S. and Canada. She was quite the matriarch, greeting each guest with a smile and one of her signature hand squeezes that expressed so much more than words.

Two nights ago, my sister texted me that she didn’t expect her to last until the New Moon. Grandma was in a lot of pain, and we both sensed that she didn’t want longevity just for the sake of longevity. Grandma knew she wanted to go, but she was also scared of whatever lay beyond. I tuned in as I do for clients who wish to connect with someone who can’t communicate in “normal” ways. Feeling her fear and inner dilemma, I asked, “What would make this more comfortable for you?” Immediately, dozens and dozens of pets and wild animal friends appeared — all the ones who had passed before. She was so happy to see them, greeting them each by name. I felt her relax and energetically squeeze my hand with a thank you. When I shared a more detailed version of this experience with my dad, he thanked me and let me know of potent synchronicities surrounding what I’d seen, sensed, and shared. Those little details brought a lot of comfort.

I still feel my grandmother’s presence, but she feels free. And happy. She said her goodbyes to those on this side of the veil, but — to use one of her expressions, “Land sakes” is she ever having a reunion on the Otherside!

Revel in Paradise, Grandma Van!

Fly free like your beloved birds.

Shower blessings on this world to your heart’s content, finally unrestrained by the physical world you savored and shared for more than a century.

I love you.