Yesterday, while I was on the elliptical trainer at the gym, it dawned on me that the sun was still out while I was doing my cardio. It’s been a long time since that happened.
Astrologically speaking, the sun is at the bottom of my chart this time of year, and that’s probably a big part of the reason I feel so pent up. Scrolling through my posts from the past few years confirms my assessment of this situation. Once the sun moves into my fourth house, I want to run screaming from my house. This should be a time when my focus turns to domestic issues. If I lived in the southern hemisphere, maybe that would happen. I’d probably be hard at work in my yard if I were a Kiwi instead of a Canuck because nowhere makes me feel more at home (and more at peace with myself) than being in my garden. But for some reason, having a roof over my head starts to feel oppressive to me.
I’m craving sunlight and fresh air. I want to get some color into my cheeks and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. A lot of people who live in this part of the world travel to Mexico in January and February, and I can understand why. It’s just so tough to deal with the darkness after so long.
It’s not so bad when the weather allows someone like me to spend the daylight hours outside. The forecast for the next week is actually quite mild, so maybe I’ll get to enjoy the sunshine a little more than I have since winter arrived.
On the bright side, I’m not going to have as many planets ganging up in the darkest part of my chart this year as I did last year. Perhaps that will make me feel a little brighter alongside the increasing daylight hours. I hope so! Between the darkness, the cold and the ongoing pandemic, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.