tankas: short songs following set rhythms
Important dates (JST):
March 3rd (02:34): Pisces New Moon (Mercury conjunct Saturn, Mars and Venus conjunct Pluto)
March 5: Sun conjunct Jupiter in Pisces
March 6th: Mars and Venus enter Aquarius, conjoin in Aquarius 0 degrees
March 13: Sun conjunct Neptune in Pisces
March 18 (16:17): Virgo Full Moon
March 21: Spring Equinox, Mercury conjunct Jupiter
Two separate impulses deeply course through the month of March. First is the archetypal energy of Aquarius, denoting distance, the negotiation of social obligations, intellectual rigor, isolation/solitude, and communal restructuring/group dynamics. Second is the archetypal energy of Pisces, which is compassion, forgiveness, imagination, spiritual awakening, and an openness to connect with the world around you.
These two archetypes dominate most of the emotional landscape, with very little overlap. As you get filled up during the day, you retreat back home and drain yourself again to get ready for the next day. March is full of highs and lows.
The first week of the month, from the 1st to the 6th, is full of action and different energies. The planets, Mars and Venus, close up a dramatic chapter from December 2021. It is a defrosting, a crackling, a floodgate bursting. There, you see the violations, the betrayals, the power struggles and violence within and without. You see your desires unmet, wailing on the streets.
By the 6th, something new approaches as Venus and Mars move into Aquarius and conjoin. We are no longer in the same climate zone, and different wildflowers greet you. Here we must hold tight to the walking stick as we are squeezed through narrow openings and rumblings stones underneath and overhead. Venus and Mars are now in Saturn’s domicile, and must partake in its bare-bone fare and monastic schedule.
At the same time, the Pisces New Moon on the 3rd is also a good time to solidify plans, mark down schedules, timeframes, and budgets. And simultaneously as the Sun conjoins Jupiter on the 5th, the desire to shine and put forward a purpose gets rejuvenated, inspired, and given extra room to play. The first week of March already brings euphoria, business, and deep dives into the dark heart.
Later in the month, the Virgo full moon on the 18th points to ingenuity. Your wonder meets your curiosity; you are able to paint broad strokes and enter the flow of minute details. This time is great for art-making, writing, and anything that requires a bit of extra lightning to come into being.
Finally, on the 21st, the Sun enters Aries, which is also the spring equinox. Here, we begin a new cycle, a new quarter of the year. The spring does not seem to let off any of the drama thus far, but also carries our wishes, poems, and mantras forward with great fervor and faith.
In March, my availability is very significantly decreased! If you want a reading, please book asap.
I also did a commission/exhibition for Bruno Zhu’s project space A Maior in Viseu, Portugal, with special love horoscopes and poetry. View here: https://amaiorviseu.tumblr.com/emiliawang
This month’s horoscopes as excerpted from the James Kirkup’s English translation of ‘In the Thickets of Memory’ 記憶の茂み: a collection of tanka by Fumi Saito 斎藤史
A brief moment, just before sunset – a rainbow hung across the sky. – I’m always so suspicious of things that look beautiful. After four o’clock, when the mountain’s colour turns into turquoise blue – I am truly obedient to the demands of hunger.
Lingering in the go-between space of your hunger and suspicion, the sky betrays your secret wishes and spells them out in clouds and sunset colors. You are the image of beauty and hope that exists despite failure, fear, and betrayal.
I went on, knowing Full well I was following Another demon, To the place where my body’s life was to be cast away.
This tanka reveals the question: are you a demon? Or have you followed many demons before? This path you go down is somehow familiar, but you feel you must keep treading on it. In losing yourself in dreams, solitude, and the old stories from grandparents that still live in your body, you can find the butterfly knot that ties the body and the spirit together and what material it is made of.
Now that I’m an old lady, my smile, my words are getting gentler all the time. – But still, I love things with a cutting edge on them. My death will arrive much earlier than the demise of tanka – a truth beyond all doubt – one that brings great happiness to my heart.
I feel so much excitement towards the transformation you are amidst and still is coming. This month you are exploring experience and weightiness. Weight as in the weight of your work and practice that is heavier than your body and your expectations. Your exertions are one small piece of the larger muscle of living. Seeing how with time, the sweetness turns spicy, and spice turns sweet. This weightiness in turn creates lightness, the ability to see things anew and dream new possibilities.
There’s a drawing of two chairs flying through the air – the chairs looking so delighted to escape from the weight of human beings.
This tanka reminds me of Magritte’s surrealist paintings. You’re pulled to delight in flights of imagination – the further out the better. If you’ve been held hostage to some narrow form of thinking, (if I do A, then B, etc), this month pursue weightlessness.
If it be my fate to live longer, I must store all my remaining days – even empty skies let fall endlessly fathomless snows. In this fine weather making me feel I don’t care how many more years I shall live after ninety, the cherries are blossoming.
The pain you are nursing, the emptiness you feel, are latent with expression. As you teeter on the edge, you find tears blossoming. Like spring comes, so will everything else come too, eventually. You are always in the process of leaving and returning.
Within the mountain there are many labyrinths -- path of the water, path of the insects, the beasts' path, and the path of the wind.
Observe the paths of gravity and the rise and fall of warm temperatures. Witness the abundant pathways that already exist in the world, proven through millennia of experience. Quiet observation will reveal more to you than ramming your way through. Extra patience in dealing with others at this moment will help you greatly.
There is a young child playing the kind of game I don’t know how to play. – From time to time, he lets slip a laugh already mature.
Joy. This is the primary urgency right now. Joy is the project on your hands, in your heart, within your bones. Joy is a feeling that does not betray sorrow or reveal naivety. It is a sweetness that grows from seeds and mull. It is a sweetness that comes from knowing and not knowing, being a child and an elder at once.
This dream is a dream I already dreamed before. As I keep thinking "Oh, no, not again" and so on, I am trapped in a corner. If there is a path leading to the other world -- a dream's floating bridge -- this time I must not fail to take it, with all the others.
Is this what my life is after all? This question engenders a sense of defeat and acceptance and wonder, that we can get a glimpse at the movement of the river, and from time to time even partake in it. You can do it, and with the acceptance of the nature of life that empowers you.
While I'm trying to pretend I'm not seeing, it becomes truly impossible to see it -- one side of human nature. The wildernesses extending behind someone -- myself a stranger, I am not setting foot in all its wretchedness.
You are in two contradictory states at this moment. Drunk in love with something/someone, and deeply critical, thwacking away at the brambles in the thicket. You both want to lose yourself and yet condense the atmosphere into a category. You must see clearly and accept the complexity even if you don’t need to act.
Local deities' offspring, capable only of fecundation, are all getting drunk as they celebrate autumn harvests.
Excess finds you wondering about the tail-end tapering hangover of losing control. See how the gods laugh, and how you want to get ahead of the joke. Witness the feasts you are invited to, which showcase fertility and abundance and greed and foolishness.
Gazing at darkness of night on the river bed where there are never any lights to be seen -- I and the dead within myself.
The dark path you have been on, when you quiet yourself, reveals the dead that haunt you. To be lonely or to make friends with the dead, it’s your choice this month to define a new form of haunting companionate love to yourself.
My cat, growing old, becomes extremely indolent -- reacts to my call just opening his mouth, but not producing any voice.
Indolence, defined as the avoidance of exertion, and silence are states in which you can find comfort and understanding. This month, your continued construction of a new self requires a commitment to the elder within, who has nothing to left to prove and comfort to explore.