It’s Sagittarius season. The time of year where we crawl out of the Underworld (Scorpio) with lessons in tow and take off on our next great adventure.
That sounds poetic, doesn’t it?
I’m not big on poetry, but I enjoy the Sagittarian energy. Sags are the explorers, storytellers, risk-takers, mystics, and teachers of the zodiac. At their best, Sags are fountains of wisdom and eternal optimism–endlessly curious about what lies “out there.” At their worst–well, we won’t get into that. (Out of respect for the Sag men who have either loved me or pursued my affections).
Even as a Libra Sun, I have heavy Sag energy in my natal chart. My Jupiter (expansion and good fortune), Uranus (individuality and rebellion), and Neptune (transcendence and healing) are all in Sagittarius. As critical and nit-picky as I am, I feed on Sagittarian expansive open-mindedness and when I’m down, a little wandering picks me right up.
I’ve also found Sags to be part of an exclusive club: People I’m Willing to Listen To.* My go-to astrologer is a Sag (Hi, Mecca!). Sags are also some of my favorite writers (see: Joan Didion, Shawn Corey Carter, Sara Bareilles, and Rainer Maria Rilke).
In honor of Sagittarius Season, here are quotes/lyrics/pieces of wisdom from my favorite Archers.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet”
…people with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things. If they choose to commit adultery, they do not then go running, in an access of bad conscience, to receive absolution from the wronged parties; nor do they complain unduly of the unfairness, the undeserved embarrassment, of being named co-respondent. In brief, people with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of mortal nerve; they display what was once called character, a quality which, although approved in the abstract, sometimes loses ground to other, more instantly negotiable virtues. The measure of its slipping prestige is that one tends to think of it only in connection with homely children and United States senators who have been defeated, preferably in the primary, for reelection. Nonetheless, character – the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life – is the source from which self-respect springs.
– Joan Didion, “On Self-Respect”
With the same sword they knight you
They gon’ good night you with
Shit, that’s only half
If they like you
That ain’t even the half what they might do
Don’t believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac
See success and its outcome
– JAY Z, “Most Kings”
So if y’all hear my plight
And think you can make it this far without a fight
Couple mistakes here and there, not always right
But I’m always real, that’s how I sleep at night.
– JAY Z, “Sweet”
I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I’m just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I’m watching you go
Aren’t tearing me apart
– Sara Bareilles, “Come ‘Round Soon”
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
Do you expect me to
hop on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset?
I’m not the one who’s lost
with no direction, oh
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps
with my name on them in all caps
You’ve got the talking down
Just not the listening…
– Sara Bareilles, “King of Anything”
[*] I’m sure one to two Sags in my life will say otherwise.