Month: March 2020

The dominoes are falling in a steady stream now, no longer permitting the denial and reframing that was the early hallmark of this pandemic. Those skidding in late to the distancing game are only now telling everyone how to do what they could not. Control freaks worldwide are declining to submit to the loss of…

Easy as it is to lose our connection to cycles as so many are being disrupted, the new moon offers us all a lifeline. A blessed begin again and fresh start line. In Aries this bold new moon is both initiation and ignition point, a fiery imperative to fan whatever you are flaming about. So…

As we collectively walk this revolutionary road in isolation, life has morphed into the mythological. Regular programming is surreal as we dance with the mystery of life but not as we know it. This virus has already crumpled the systems so many are shackled by. Everything is stopping to reset. It is effectively schooling us…

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and…

I’m going early to this month’s dark moon bolthole. My nervous system needs a fucking break from the hypervigilance of daily tallies and sweeping new measures enacted way too late and this climate of panic. In my own well crafted space life is yet serene. I have everything I need, which is a privilege not…

The sun into Aries and equinox is our begin again. The start point of the zodiac – and thus too the finish line of the preceding cycle – confers this place with a sense of investiture. Here once more we are initiated. 2020 style we are all being impacted. No one escapes this revolution, though…

Whose permission are we waiting for to enter that uncertain ground where the voice of our wild history can be heard? How long is it going to take to acknowledge that there is indeed a menagerie within each of us… a wolf, a hyena, a lion…a wild man and a wild woman? ~ Ian McCallum…

Hey my darklings, you have all gone very quiet this week. I know this is a lot to take and covid fatigue is already palpable. So as its nearly Friday night here, I just wanted to check in to see how you are feeling, what you are doing and how this sharp turn of events…

Every year in a row Pisces season schools us in the art of illusion and today is its last day. Deep waters distort our senses and pool our assumptions. The whirlpool of our emotions, particularly those feelings that will not submit to sense or reason, breach the surface of our lives and we find ourselves…

Ravens have told the tale of equinox for centuries in a language few humans understand. Crows cluster in murderous throngs cawing the change of season as the sun rises over a world painfully rebirthing. It is time and they know it, stalking the sunrise and gurgling the true tale of the next season. At equinox…