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Afterpath Readings

“This is the Afterpath. This is the crooked road you make your way down now in your own time and in your own sweet addled way. Do not dwell on how you got here. Do not berate yourself with notions of what you could have done differently. You are still here but not forever. The…

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A Moving Moral Compass

Not all the side effects of eclipsia have been disastrous, if a little tough to choke down and even harder to digest. The natural result of so much trouble and strife has been a glorious honing and owning of our moral compass. It spins on our value system, the qualities and characteristics we hold dear…

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The Blessed Virgin’s Moon

Hark, the long awaited new moon in Virgo is soon cresting the far horizon. Lifting our weary spirits with the promise of hope and healing, she cannot come fast enough. Our finish lines – yes even the ones we slide over on our face – are also our brand new starting points. This new moon…

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The Rearview Mirror

Remember the good old days darklings, when a dark moon was your monthly opportunity to declutter, take stock and prepare optimistically for new and pretty things? Back before we skidded into our beloved black hole moon dripping in entrails with sticks in our crazy hair and scorch marks all over us. Way back when before…

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Dark Moon Sailing

As we set sail towards the glimmering new moon horizon, we still have blessed hours in the quiet of the dark. I am a rabid fan of these cauldron spaces and what is always held in the void between. Sinking deeply into their magic and mystery is its own reward. Here we try to tie…

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Dear Saturn

Dear Saturn, You bastard. It occurred to me that a pertinent ritual to perform at the time of Saturn’s motion direct would be to write a letter to old Father Time. The first draft (above) was a little less eloquent than I had in mind but it has been an eye rolling week indeed as…

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Saint Joan of Belrose

Several moons ago now my mama was having a problem with her middle toe, which had developed a hankering for far horizons and was trying to take off in completely another direction from the rest of the little piggies. “Cut it off!” her doctors decreed as I marvelled – not in a good way –…

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Melancholia

Oh my darklings, especially those currently wading through the quicksand of deep despair, existential meltdown or with Saturn sitting on your chest like an anvil. This unholy ratcheting is hitting like a le creuset to the guts. Belting us during the final dark moon of a tumultuous eclipse season. This year has been a relentless…

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Tale of the Turtles

Once upon a time in a rampant little town tucked deep in a valley floor, there lived a witch. She would have told you then she was happy with her lot, her loves, her life as she bustled about her cottage, her place in the world set and sure. The gods smiled knowingly upon her…

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Saturn at the Station

Flotation device anyone? Saturn’s grinding change in direction signals more than heavy existential malaise or dour proof of life. No really, darklings. These are mere symptoms, crushing though they may feel, of a greater quest in the offing. Any planet paused at the station starts poking us harder to make quite sure we get it….

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