As the drama of autumn unravels and the curtain begins to slowly fall, mother nature lays down her coat of brilliant scarlet and gold. Her skirted blooms droop, her branches are stripped bare, and what fruit has been left behind returns to the soil, often with a sticky, wet pop. If Libra ushers autumn in with the beauty of abundance, then Scorpio balances the scales with the seduction of decay.
Libra carries with them the sweet scent of the season’s tricks and treats on the air, and feels right at home partaking in rites of gathering, apple-picking, and admiring the butter yellow hues of hay, husks, and goldenrod.. So—how have the first days of this Venusian season been treating you? Have the scales helped restore your footing after the initial tumble into the month? Libra is delighted to restore order, and beckons us to savour the slow, dizzying ecstasy of transmutation. Change occurs to reinstate equilibrium, after all, and we’re choosing to gracefully lean into the pull.