As I was pondering how to express what I want to say about Sagittarius season, I remembered a movie I had recently seen "The Legend of 1900". It's the story of an infant orphaned aboard a cruise ship, who spends his entire life on the ship. He becomes a virtuoso on the piano:
Sagittarius is the sign of great expectations. Santa Claus is the bringer of shiny new toys and presents. And even if credit is involved, Santa delivers... sort of. But, in all honesty, who hasn't been a bit disappointed when the beautifully wrapped presents turn out to be .. mostly socks and underwear. Or when Santa's magic doesn't extend to curing cancer or returning a missing military parent or reversing joblessness or homelessness or bringing back a dead pet or the things that we really, really want. Let's face it -- Santa Claus is overhyped. Toys and presents often end up filling the void left by our imperfect circumstances or suboptimal abilities to express love to one another. There's no way the season can deliver on all it's promises. Santa Claus has a lot in common with politicians -- much over-promising and under delivering (for whatever reason -- usually circumstancial). For those who believe the hype, Chrismas can be a crushing disappointment. Take "Peace on Earth", for example: often there isn't even peace around a gathered family dinner table. Even though everyone is striving for their best behavior.
Magic can still happen! Once we lower our expectations and allow ourselves to focus on the love instead of the lame substitutions, sweetness can emerge. Thanksgiving is Sagittarius season at it's best. The bounty of a great harvest. The communal gratitude. The simple enjoyment of eachother, food and football. And the festive lights take the edge off the darkness of this time of year here in the Northern Hemispere. Just taking pleasure in the beauty of lights and the sweet smell of pine can be enough. If we accept our limitations, financial or otherwise, we can improvise an infinite number of ways to share our love with one another. And, in that lack of expectation, we can set up happy surprises -- something sweet and thoughtful and unexpected that takes your breath away. This is what everyone hopes for -- that moment of happily startled awe that comes from an unexpected pleasure. A perfect breakfast shared together, the delightful surprise that the socks are heated and the underwear is kinda fancy or festive. When we allow ourselves to stick to the 88 piano keys we know and love and leave the rest to the governing intelligence capable of infinity, the season becomes easier. Capricorn season arrives just before Christmas -- and Capricorn knows that less is often more.
Alternatively, we can take another page from the Sagittarius playbook this season, and simply choose to make the "great escape" and travel with the one or ones we love best.
Blessings of the season to each and everyone! Hope this year's balance between Jupiter's hype and Saturn's limitations inspire brilliant and sweet expressions of love between us all.