Tarot + Meditation + Astrology + Ritual + Healing
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…
So here we find ourselves, darklings. At the pointy end of eclipsia, her peculiar magic still playing hard to want with a retrograde infused dark moon. A questionable cocktail at best that forces us to look back in order to peer forwards. Christ on a bike, it’s a riddle. And for recovering control freaks like…
That sense of the new horizon post eclipsia is creeping beautifully. Diving deep into the dark moon we may be but do not let her density fool or depress you. She is built to slow you down, give you time to rest and sort. She knows we need to be pushed to do that so…
Welcome one, welcome all to the final tide out of this apocalyptic eclipse season. After nearly six weeks of fairly constant tsunamis and lifequakes, here we now find ourselves. In the waning dark of the moon, when things quiet and still for us each to draw breath, take stock, declutter mind heart soul. A truly…
After the fever pitch astrology of the past week or month or more – and yes, our tumbleweeding through it – there comes a moment where you must just stop. Stop right where you find yourself. Sit down. Take stock and deep breaths and more than a minute. Now if not sooner. Lady Eclipsia still…
All too often we still feel tethered to the energy of something or someone. Yet we know intuitively that it no longer serves us and that it is time to move on. Cord cutting rituals are a wonderful way to energetically sever a connection. Best performed as a meditation in ritual space, they remain a…
That old chesnut. By its very nature, refusing to forgive hooks us to precisely the stuff we’re trying to overcome and then move far from. We cling resolutely to our anger – and the fight – because it feels like forgiving the transgression condones it and lets the perpetrator off lightly. Our very real desire…
Not all moons are created equal. The syrupy depths of the dark moon hide treasure in their treacle. They reward your surrender. Some days and in some lives a tall order. The dark moon is always heavy. It fatigues us if we fight its imperative to slow, to still. Only in the quiet of the…
As the second part of this series designed to prepare you for eclipse season by relinquishing another chunk of thy shadowy shit, today we peer at our shame. Oh the dark weed that takes root within us and demands we hide ourselves beneath it. Shame springs from where we have been marginalised, taunted or degraded…
The dark moon is the best time, every single month in a row, to clear the decks and make space for What Comes Next. And there is nothing that tethers us quite as effectively to the past than the blame game. Childish, pointless and disempowering in the extreme, blaming others for where you find yourself…