CAPRICORN FULL MOON JULY 10, 2025

the MOON MAILER

Atlas

is what we refer to as a map

to orient ourselves

where is home

where am i going

where have i been

a spacial relationship with the world

with space

where time only matters

in spanning the distance

from one place to the next

how many hours to drive this distance

how many years has it been since I was there?

when did i fall in love

how did time pass so quickly

and what do i fill it with

these days

these moments

as i circle the drain of my home

home as stability

home as source

nourishment

established

roots

investment

safety

support

And when we leap into unknown

exploring

territory

whether they be physical

or mental regions

creative or relational

we recognize

borders are bullsh*t

that we trace lines around reality

to make a shape of it

to create a construct

a container

to hold all this life

water without a container

spills

evaporates

dissipates

gets absorbed

water within a container

can be channeled

but it can also

evaporate

dissipate

be absorbed

(depending on the vessel).

Atlas held up the heavens

but heaven is just space

that need not be held

your burdens

are, often, the same

what is essential

can be felt

(physically

or otherwise)and

you discern

what is yours

to carry.

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this lunation

In contemplation, I asked what needed to be conveyed this lunation. I do this with every Moon Mailer, with every private report, and with every intentional word I set to page or speak in class or publicly.

An image of Atlas appeared in my mind.

An image etched in human psyche — whether that be Dr. Frankenfurter’s laboratory to make the perfect man in Rocky Horror Picture Show. Is it the art deco statue in Rockeller Plaza, or the man shouldering the Earth on the cover of Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand’s dystopian political novel comparing the capitalist and the intellectual class holding the modern world up (loud buzzer indicating INCORRECT blares in the background).

Atlas, the titan, is whom the Atlantic Ocean is named for, is who Atlantis is referring to. The Olympians punished this Titan to shoulder the heavens for eternity.

He was not shouldering the Earth, but carrying the sky, which we know gravity is managing. The sky as concept, as space, as abstract, as ether, is not something that needs be shouldered, yet we experience the heavy burden of our thoughts, of the unknown, of space, or uncharted territories.

The burden is a construct. It is an illusion. Yet we carry it.