Just after I was so flooded with love and affection for my wife yesterday that I posted an online profession of my love for her I smiled because I remembered that Venus is moving closer to her square of Jupiter. As the ruler of Sagittarius, Jupiter is playing host to Venus right now, and from the position of a superior square a number of themes and images come to mind:
* The romantic meets the spiritual crusade
* The return to purity as a romantic or artistic gesture or theme
* The contemplative nun is aroused during her prayers into sexual ecstasy by the holy spirit...she keeps it a secret
* The monk drinking a draught in the garden at night, thinking of Jesus and a girl he once loved before he took the robes
* The gardener's secret love affair with a particular plant
* The return to innocence is the return to sensuality
* Diligence and youthful sincerity witnessed by people in power...eventually affirmed or supported
* The love affair with the teacher, professor, preacher or priest...holiness and godliness as arousing, intimate, sacred sexuality
* The art of a prior or simpler time
* Folk art/music or indigenous sensuality
Remember that the Greeks said "Every soul is an Aphrodite." The soul, or psyche, is comprised of beautiful images. And whereas the spirit loves to direct itself, by moral compass or spiritual quest, the soul revels in the multivalence of imagination and images, with less concern for the discrimination among images that spirit insists upon. To be alive is to be imagined as we imagine...a process that is always revealing the nature of the soul, the soul of ourselves, the soul of the other, as it conceals it. The most intense passion occurs when the spirit seizes the soul, lights it on fire, and guides it through the maze of images toward a singular destination, an ethic, a justice, or a far shore or high place. The soul pulls, eludes, distracts, and evades as it embroils, entangles, and bonds with the spirit.
Sometimes we think of love only in terms of images...we lack the moral compass, the sacrifice and obedience, the contract, law, and justice of love, and as a result our love is like too many aisles of candy and cheap cards on a marketing holiday, or a generic stack of romance novels never read twice. On the other hand, sometimes our love lacks imagination because we mistake love for principles...our love dies because there is no beloved within the love...only a singular purpose unable to be bent by the call of image.
I see these dynamics calling to us right now. How can our images of love return to the sublime and the sublime to the sacred?
Prayer: Help us fall into the images of a sacred love, and may this love guide us like so many flaming arrows fired toward the far shore