There’s this thing Chinese people do, where they scrape a penny over your back and inside of the elbows, and it’s supposed to draw out toxins. And sure enough, tiny purple constellations appear under the skin, drawn to the surface. I remember my mom doing this for me once in Cabo where a single mango margarita laid me out, and it did make me feel better afterwards.
November is like that for my soul.
As soon as Scorpio appears, the darkness floods in and toxins are drawn to the surface. It’s why I love November. For the intensity. The storm. The death. The rebirth. And with the rain, purge and cleansing.
Spirit detox.
I accept the dark and light of Scorpio.