NEW MOON IN PISCES
““There are tears at the heart of things” ”
A MOON TO SURRENDER AS A SACRED ACT
PART 2 # Observations. FEBRUARY 28th 2025, Ermoupolis, Greece
Pisces by Zebedee Whitridge
Themes: unity, flow, dreams, imagination, filmic qualities, emotional, intuitive knowledge, utopian, receptive, healing, reduction to oneness, escapism, impractical, intangible, becoming aware of illusions, truth that is felt, not quantified.
The full moon in Pisces gently landed at 2:44 AM in Syros, Greece.
As I write upstairs in ‘the turret’, I hear Zebedee downstairs picking up and putting down coloured pencils on the Formica dining room table. He is creating a Pisces-inspired drawing for this blog post. He hurt his ankle 3 days ago, and he’s been at home drawing and recuperating. If there is anyone who can conjure Pisces, it is Zeb with his Sun, Neptune, South Node, and Chiron in Pisces. He’s having quite the moment these days.
I also hear a loudspeaker from the main square. Today, there is a protest in Greece. Businesses, shops, taxis and transport have closed between the hours of 11 am-1 pm, a strike to demonstrate outrage at a gross, inhumane cover up by the government of a train crash 2 years ago involving a passenger train and a freight train carrying an illegal amount of fuel owned by a company that put this current Prime Minister into power. The long list of atrocities following the crash shows a massive political cover-up. From covering the crash site with asphalt the day after, lost video tapes, mysterious deaths of witnesses, and a list of someone else to blame. No accountability. Sound familiar? The surge of far-right-wing politics is made up of the same delusions, fear, inflation, corruption, and purposeful chaos, whichever country you’re in.
I spoke to several Syros locals who felt outraged and had sheer disbelief that the government could pull such a blatant fast one over the eyes of the people. I feel it with them. Over a cup of green tea, I chatted extensively about the details earlier in the week with the guy I see for massage, Romanos. He said he was pleased the country would shut down and protest because, for him, this felt like a tangible action to show the government that they can not pull the wool over the eyes of the people. “They are treating us like idiots, we can see the truth and the protest, I hope, will make it known that we have no illusions about what they have done and what they need to do to make amends”.
With Mars in Cancer and a plethora of planets in Pisces, including the Sun and Moon, there is a lot of Water in the astro-scape. The water element invites empathy and sensitivity. It can invite us to get in the water or near the water, to drink plenty of water (Zach is out sailing right now, a perfect Piscean activity). It invites us to shed tears, our salty, sacred waters. Tears for the families who lost loved ones in the train crash and tears of disbelief about many things right now.
This week, I had a clear desire for making significant changes, to let go, and surrender in a way that only Pisces can do. With the Moon making some helpful aspects to Mars and Jupiter, I felt spurred on to consciously ‘surrender’ like it was a sacred act. A sacred act, to me, is doing something, a deed, with a precious level of reverence. With all the Pisces energy around I’ve been curious recently about whether I can surrender habits and/or belief systems in a kind and reverent way (Pisces traits).
I had a free morning to spend with Zach. We hiked along the ancient cobbled paths behind Ermoupolis, chatting about the skill and time it took to build these paths by hand whilst identifying plant life between the stones. We had tea and contemplated life, one of our favourite things to do. I asked him to reflect on ways he sees me needing to control that aren’t healthy. I know I have a ‘coping mechanism’ that results in managing outcomes. This can range from my diet to temperature and sound, booking plane tickets, adjusting my surroundings, and my children’s lives. Of course, it stems from childhood, and I can pinpoint its exact root. Control is very Saturnian and Plutonic and can be incredibly helpful, however, in light of this theme for the New Moon, I want to turn a new leaf and keep in check ways I control that don’t feel helpful to others and where the reins in maintaining that control are so tight it drains my energy and leaves me exhausted. That end of the spectrum I needed help seeing.
After some great analysis over copious cups of tea, I committed to changing one glaringly obvious form of control: aspects of managing the children. This isn’t letting go of a healthy container and having them run the roost but noticing where I can change from dominance to cooperation. This requires more respect on my part. I committed to examining the fear behind the restrictions I make, change my language to a question rather than a statement, and ask myself if I need to share an opinion out loud at all. A father in our cohort of three teens expressed a beautiful sentiment that I relate to; that at some point he needed to let go of control to start cultivating a friendship with his kids. He said “I want to have three more best friends in the world rather than three more enemies”. His parenting style is something I deeply admire and his kids are really sound humans.
As soon as I committed to change, a situation arose to test it! The work began!
Asa went to get a haircut.
Friends and family know Asa’s stand-out feature to be his cascading blond locks that have grown past his shoulder blades to his mid back over the last 6 years. People saw him as having a sense of originality and being a long-term drummer, a rock star personality with hair to match. And that’s what I got used to seeing him as, too. When he cut his hair in London to shoulder length, then came back to Greece and chopped it really short, I had such big feelings I went into my room, closed the door and wept. After 24 hours, I no longer felt a crumple in my chest, but it did take 24 hours for me to move through those feelings!
Of course he gets to decide how he looks; he’s a pre-teen, and if fitting in suddenly becomes a priority, then that is ok. We can laugh about it now. There is no grip. Asa is enjoying his new look and the sun on the back of his neck for the first time in 6 years. Taking his queue and knowing that Pisces enjoys the lap of a little luxury, I, too, booked myself in for a new haircut in the following weeks.
So I shed tears for his haircut and for my little self needing to hold on to things —strangely, an identity that didn’t even belong to me, one that had attached itself unsanctioned simply by the enigmatic bond of a child. I shed tears with the protestors. Zebedee shed tears this morning but didn’t know why or for what—just because.
But along with the tears, this New Moon brings such sweetness. Cultivating joy can also be a surrender, a sacred act to counterbalance the climate. I feel a sense of joy that I had an opportunity to share astrology with Asa and Zeb’s class this week. I feel joy in hosting a weekly AstroTea with the mamas of the cohort. I feel joy that I’ll be dancing in the Lent Carnival in town this Sunday and joy in planting a seed to live half the year in Europe and half the year in the US.