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: 

 “Take piano: keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You're infinite... And on those keys, the music that you can make... is infinite. I like that. That I can live by...

The recurring theme in the movie is Max's encouraging 1900 to go ashore.  Even the lure of finding the woman 1900 loved couldn't overcome his reluctance.  Since the ship is slated to be demolished, Max urgently wants to save his friend -- and overcome that reluctance.  During a conversation towards the end of the movie, 1900 strives to make his perspective clear in one of the best descriptions of Jupiterian energy I've ever heard:

“You rolled out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end. And that's the truth Max, that they never end. That keyboard is infinite... and if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench... That is God's piano.”

Sagittarius season is like that.  Millions and billions of keys -- a plethora of choices and expectations to get met.  More people experience overwhelm and depression this time of year than any other.  Mainly, because many are striving to meet the often unarticulated expectations and wishes of those around them.  And hoping that others are doing the same for them.  This is when attentiveness and caring inequities rear their ugly heads.  The lights, the icons, the decorations, the carefully wrapped presents -- all lead to an expectations of wish fulfillment rarely fully met.  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.