profection year reflections: pt. 3
if you missed part one, head here.
if you’ve been around here for a bit, you may know that I’ve been spending a lot of time with my plants this year.more about that in the previous installments, but a quick refresher that this solar return, with my sun and Jupiter in the 8th and my 8th on the ascendant, comes during a twelfth house profection year ruled by Jupiter, and my third Jupiter return. at the same time, transiting Pluto is passing over my natal Capricorn Venus and squaring my midheaven/IC line,
my plants have been teaching me so much this year, about themselves and me. I have been a very sporadic plant lover, in that I go through waves of giving them proper attention, thanks to my late-discovered ADHD. it’s not just the attention deficit, but the hyperactivity hits differently as an adult than it did as a kid. more than the jokes you understand once you cross over into your 30s - a deep shift
this most recent full moon in Aquarius hit hard, and on this Saturday post, I’d say I haven’t fully slept since last week. this full moon took place on my solar return Mercury/moon/Saturn sandwich to the degree, and so I have tossed and turned, encountered achy knees and
the plants have been thriving all summer. in this 12th house profection year with my Venus and Mars with Pluto and Vesta in the 6th, I’ve created a lot of balance through my time in service to these life-supporting creatures, and we’ve had a good schedule going. but this past week had some showing signs of distress: incoming growth suddenly fallen or shrunken, new leaves growing in scaly and brown. today, a fresh white root burst from the surface of the soil of my proud ficus, and I understood that I was facing the crisis that comes as we begin to outgrow our container. sometimes we imagine this process to be glamorous - the glow-up, the come-up - when we should remember the caterpillar’s process in becoming a butterfly is quite messy. like plants, our instincts don’t come with a voice, but rather we must pay attention to the signs. the plants who began to suffer did so because they could no longer thrive on the nutrients they had access to, and they needed more space in order to grow strong enough to support incoming growth. the plants I’ve been feeding for months who have produced no new buds could not offer me what they had not the space to create.
and so it feels to move through a twelfth house profection year in an eighth house solar return - feeding myself with wholesome meals and nutrients, expecting growth to be coming forth, realizing that in some ways I too am outgrown, roots circling dry soil in search of the space to grow strong to support incoming growth.
