Magic Words | Astology | Shadow | Coven
If things have felt heavy or sluggish today and time was definitely not on your side, you can thank old uncle Saturn for the dragging of heels and dour frame. Today he squared off with the sun, who has spent a great portion of the past week spitting solar flares our way as he too…
When was the last time you had a good cry? A proper ugly cry, all tears and snot and strange noises in the back of your throat as your body is finally allowed through the locked gate of your heart. Do you ever really truly allow yourself to feel deeply into all that you have…
If you thought the August eclipse season smashed through your life just to up-end what you know, change the game, creating chaos and carnage simultaneously, then in the midst of the fray you may have missed the shimmering. That gorgeous glow around the edges was one of the grander purposes of the recent mad season…
If there is a trickier subject for the world to navigate sans euphemism or apology than the white hot rage of a woman, let me know. It is a huge part of my work because wrangling it, learning to understand it without being consumed by its fire and alchemising its lead into gold has been…
We are still bathing in the afterglow of yesterday’s full moon in Pisces and the muses are all about us. She is void now before she charges into Aries this afternoon, igniting the fire in our bellies. Void moons are delicious liminal spaces that if we are quiet and still enough have much to reveal…
Greetings lunatics, keeping thy heads above water and out of the trough? Every single sign / moon / transit /person has a high side and a lurking shadow. Fact. If you believe this not to be the case, this post is for you. When it comes to the Pisces full moon, the shadow aspect is…
If you have ever been lost in fog you will know how disorienting it can be. Suddenly your markers drop away, the points of reference set in stone disappear and all is white as an ethereal mist swirls about you. It forces you to slow, or stop, as the standard belting forward motion may well…
Well, almost. Our fleet footed communicator has shimmied even further back into Leo, switching his retrograde motion yesterday from a fine eye for the details to a heart based revision. I do so love a neopolitan retrograde, where we are offered a couple of options, ways and means for the magic to unfold. Travelling backwards…
Spring is sprung the grass is ris I wonder where the birdies is When I was a wee little slip of a witch, this is the rhyme my mama would say every first day of Spring. Still it pops into my head this day every year as I seek out the blossoms and the birds…