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Hump day lands with more than a smidge of niggle and snark trailing. Even as Venus prepares for her meeting and rebirth through the heart of the sun. Even as the fresh fire of Aries dries up all the rain, if not the tears. Even as the Leo moon bolsters hearts and tosses manes. Grumpy…
I spent a decade living in a flood zone. It is terrifying at first, often unheralded and arriving out of the blue with a disconcerting inevitability. But over the years as I would sit and watch storms dump rain in my tank and crossings go under, I began to see how unwilling we are to…
In hot pursuit of the sun, Venus strides into Aries for a no holds barred few weeks of self actualisation and ardent conquest. This is heart sparking territory. Despite not being at her most comfortable in the ram’s pen, she still brings fireworks. Good to go and searingly effective, Lady Love in Aries commands impact….
Emerging from the depths of the Piscean waterworld and its thorough drenching in all the feels is miraculous. Aries always arrives like an exclamation mark as fresh fire sparks in our bellies. First we warm up, then we dry off and before you know it you are cartwheeling through the first week of the astrological…
Equinox Aries ingress Mabon (South) | Ostara (North) “Whilst the sabbats that mark the notches on the wheel of the year stand sentinel over eons, they become our personal markers for change. We arrive to each in a different form and at a different place in our life. We yet live in a world that…
We have set sail across the final straits of Pisces, on our way through the tail end of the zodiac. The final tock on the astrological clock is a watershed, prelude to a tipping point. Tomorrow the sun crosses the celestial equator and arrives to Aries, delivering equinox as the wheel turns. Here we each…
We have arrived to the edge of the world, the lashing tail end of the zodiac and its strange churning frequencies. Telepathing its fathomless currents, an oceanic flood of feelings clouding all but the present. It is hard to focus and easy to get carried away. We perceive the smoke rising from the horizon, smell…
If Mercury in Aquaria rebirthed your perception as prescribed, his liquid lunge into Pisces is for soaking it all in. Gently schooling us in the skill of surrendering to tides and currents so we may be transported beyond. A curious journeying, we are gently moved by undulations that carry us into unchartered waters. Sharp edges,…
This is what happens when women grace the capital. Solidarity. Sisterhood. Strength in numbers. Enough. Wearing nothing but snakeskin boots, I blazed a footpath, the first radical road out of that old kingdom toward a new unknown. When I came to those great flaming gates of burning gold, I stood alone in terror at the…
The Pisces new moon is a liminal threshold. A strange crossing whose current pulls us through its portal, whispering to us in tongues and conjuring diffident dreams from our dark materials. We feel an almost imperceptible tidal shift from a place beyond the depths. Standing sentinel at its hazy gates are Neptune and Venus, as…