I have observed something recently (and by recently I mean over the past few months.)
I’ve been writing about my Saturn Return. Not just in my last piece here but I’ve mentioned it off and on for a while now. I have used the phrase “things are getting real.”
And each time it elicits what I consider an odd response.
People parenthetically hug ((my name)) and/or offer their condolences, and while I appreciate your good will, your sentiment, I observe it as though tossing a ball and watching it fall upwards. It’s not what I was expecting.
And no, it’s not because I have Sun conjunct Saturn and I think I don’t deserve your virtual embrace.
It’s because I have Sun conjunct Saturn and this is the time of my life I have been waiting for!
“Things are getting real” is a lyric set to the tune of my glorious awakening. My life up to this point has been a cloud shrouded in a haze, dappled by a fog with a Gaussian blur. A long dream of which I was aware but not ready to escape. And in that surreal fugue I sailed into a rock, the rock that held the sky in place, for it peeled up at the horizon and revealed my blinking eyelids strobing something stark and sturdy.
I am finally starting to get a grip on some things. Things have become grip-able.
So when I say “Things are getting real” this is not a lament. It is a joyous testimony to the tangible influence of Saturn. At long last, things are getting touchably real.
Where were YOU when things got real?