The Unfinishable Self

The New Moon and Jupiter Swap Houses

Washing away the last remnants of eclipse season, Luna shines like a pearl in the Piscean Sea, while her exalted guest, Jupiter, has just awakened in her Cancer home. Their house swap is a fluid and revealing arrangement.

As the tireless shape-shifter of the heavens, the Moon is always sculpting the Sun’s light, molding it into a fresh face each night. Isn’t this an obvious demonstration that the multitude of forms we see is simply spirit playing different roles?

Belly Laughs, Come This Way, by Michelle Corbesier (digital collage)

Human beings all play their parts in the Great Theater of Life but often believe they need to commit to a single role, stubbornly insisting on a specific story:

This is who I must be and this is what I must do.

And then we cling onto it with self-inflicted determination, locking it in the oven until it’s hardened into a dry identity. This is the perfect recipe for an inexhaustible supply of dissatisfaction, as we struggle to breathe beneath the crust of a self-imposed brand.

Luna and Jupiter shake their heads because, isn’t our behavior odd, considering how we all change in the most obvious ways? Our bodies stretch upward and gather lines with time - evidence of a zillion fleeting emotions. Our minds learn and forget. Seasons ebb and flow like the rhythmic pulse of the ocean. You are an ever-shifting wave. But no wave comes boxed in, packaged and labeled. I suspect the soul isn’t particularly concerned with defining itself, nor with the pursuit of a pre-determined destiny.

Mercury, currently in his detriment and fall, has paused his clever categorizations and is freely absorbing floods of possibilities. Changing course shortly after the start of the new lunar month, Mercury as the psychopomp guides us, here in Pisces, through surrender, because the more fluid you remain, the more life you can contain.

New Moon at 28°27’ Pisces on March 19, at 2:23 CET (your time)

Opposing the recent lunar eclipse point, Mars tends to his weapons. His trine aspect to Jupiter dissolves his usual strategy. Chasing mysterious sea creatures, Mars notices they keep changing shape whenever he tries to grasp them. As soon as we name a thing, explain it, define it, it has already moved on. It seems to me that the soul is playing the same game - always evading capture by becoming. The sextile that the Luminaries make to Uranus echoes the same song.

As an astrologer, I know people want to locate their singular, demarcated purpose, the one role they were born to play. But are the stars really interested in confining meaning to a fixed duty list?

If the caterpillar was able to hold onto its perceived role instead of surrendering to the Piscean cellular soup inside the chrysalis, it would never morph into the lightness of a butterfly.

Spilling his wine as his big belly laugh erupts, Jupiter in Cancer carries a whiff of ecstasy, enticing us to step outside of ourselves and forget who we are. In that sweet, ephemeral space, we’re enveloped by his warm wholeness - a healing experience. Maybe Jupiter’s (in)famous love of “escape” is not evasive at all. Perhaps it’s simply the desire to loosen the corset of expectation and just breathe Life itself.

Can we please remain wonderfully, dangerously, gloriously unfinished, and lose ourselves in Life?

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Michelle Corbesier is an astrologer and artist residing in Belgium with her beloved husband and furry companions. Offering natal, horary, and synastry consultations to clients in every continent, Michelle is passionate about guiding others on their journeys of self-discovery and empowerment. Sharing her love for the starry craft, she also provides private tutoring and mentoring to aspiring stargazers. Get in touch with Michelle at her website Michelle’s Midheaven, find her classes here and follow her on Substack, or Instagram.