Growing up my Mom would often be most dramatic during a full moon. I was her Scorpio girl who challenged her on every level. This morning following last night’s full moon, I experienced what I can only call – the loving that is all things. I was deeply moved. That loving soothes the judgmental Scorpio thread. And if I let that huge loving scoop me up I can simply look at my sadness or anger as if I am sitting right up there on that Scorpio moon looking from the universal loving view and all is well.  I am, we all are, loving.