The Liminal Space of Libra Season
Leaves begin to crisp with the air. Some hang high with gilded edges, nature ornamenting herself one last time before the barren season, others barely cling to their branches. Days no longer stretch on endlessly but the night remains a gentle distance away. This is the world of the Fall Equinox, the beginning of Libra Season, a sign in-between.
I was introduced to astrology not as a collection of personalities, a rubric against which everyone you meet can be measured, but as a journey of wisdom. We’re born into a state of self-discovery, work through lessons of value, communication, comfort, and individuality, and then strengthen the spirit before rejoining the cosmic whole. Libra is the midpoint, the space between self and other.
Today we associate Libra with the scales. It’s the only modern sign represented by an inanimate object. The Greeks placed it in the hands of Astraea, the Maiden of Virgo, as the tool by which she measured the sins of humanity. But if we travel a little farther back we see that Libra was rarely recognized as an independent constellation. Instead, it assisted or comprised parts of neighboring star systems. In Mesopotamia it was seen not as scales but as the Claws of neighboring Scorpio. This did not, however, diminish its importance. Libra — or Zi.Ba.An.Na — may not have been a constellation in its own rite but it still marked a…
