Pisces Season Reflections
While Aquarius season is all about stretching our legs and expanding our vision, Pisces season has flowed in to remind us that we are inherently loved, that our feelings are valid, and that magic isn’t always created but awakened into.
Personally, Pisces season has historically been my most challenging time of year. At first there’s a dreaminess to being at sea, my imagination woos me away from the wheel and I surrender to the lull of the waves. But by the end, I feel soggy with Neptunian energy. I realize I’ve had too much fun at the party and I’d just like to take a nap in a safe place before I have to figure out how to get home. March in particular has more often than not presented me with transformative challenges that I have struggled to meet, weighted with a dissociative sludge in my bones.
Each year, I get a little better at mentally preparing for this trip. Sometimes I give myself lots of projects so that I cannot totally release control, or plan things to look forward to on the other side so that I am motivated to keep my course. Without fail, at some point, I succumb to the depths. I know that the dream state of this season can be medicine. And just like with plant medicine, sometimes the high is a little more than you bargained for.
But you can’t undo it, you must choose to be okay with it and ride it out.
During this time, I am more careful with my consumption.
What am I using? Neptunian energy in its lower vibrations can pull you into addiction of many kinds—to sweets, to alcohol, to drugs, to daydreams, to scrolling, to television. Escapism is easier now, it’s much more attractive now. Like an emo Ariel, I want to be left alone in my underwater cave of treasures, lost to my own fantasy.
So when I notice that I’m in any habit during this season, I break it. Immediately. I may want to wind down with a glass of wine and Netflix for the fifth night in a row, but instead I make herbal tea and open up my paints. I set limits on my Instagram app to lock me out from scrolling incessantly. I change up my morning routine. Today: cacao, journaling, yoga, walk. Tomorrow: yoga, tea, walk, journaling. And this intentional shifting actually inspires my imagination further. I jump onto different thought loops, and I’m presented with even more new ideas.
This little movement encourages more breath, builds more heat, and allows the water to fulfill its potential in a different form. Not all water is in the ocean, and steam can power an engine with more force than liquid. Instead of fighting the element or completely surrendering my inner fire to it, I make choices to embrace the totality of it. If there’s no way to get off of the ride, what can I do to make the most of it?
In a few weeks, the heaviness will start to evaporate, we can begin to let these things go. With the return of the sun to the Northern Hemisphere, the earth will be warming, thawing, waking up. The pressure to grow is building and the impending ignition of Aries season pulls us out of the dreamy depths. Before we can push ahead, we must first awaken where we are.
Be comforted by the possibilities inspired by your imagination, not coddled by disillusionment. You don’t have to leap into action, but begin to bring a little movement back into your fingers and your toes. Reopen your eyes. Check in with your heart. Lovingly greet yourself this and every morning.
Where have you allowed yourself to become stagnant? What places are still asleep?
