Magic Words | Astology | Shadow | Coven
Can you spare a moment to chat about our dark lord and his meaningful work in the world? Pluto at the station hopes so having concluded his world changing retrograde here. Pluto’s long slow dance of constant eruption and challenge pushes the world through functional chaos and transition, rebirthing it into new form. It destroys…
This month’s dark moon bolthole is the ultimate green room darklings, designed to deliver you from overwhelm and underdone fuckwittery as we make our way to the Virgo new moon on Thursday. The path is neither clear nor easily apparent and best navigated travelling light. The dark moon is the days leading to her rebirth…
After what has been a brutal, cathartic and nothing if not enlightening dance through the shadowlands, Scorpio season is drawing to a close culminating in our rebirth with the new moon. A messy business it has been, forcing examination of our relationship to power and the seamier side of its expression. But despite the dire…
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…
As attached as I am to the Wheel of the Year and the perpetual dance of the seasons, it is the little click that always accompanies Mama Nature’s slow turning revolution that I adore. Like much of the natural world it is a subtle shift, imperceptible to those hijacked by a virtual post modern existence,…
Resurrection daze as Mars ends his cycle by hurling himself into the heart of the sun. Today’s cazimi – a glorious term derived from Arabic via Latin for a planet so very close to the sun astrologically that it is ‘as if’ inside – means that Mars wilfully endures a necessary death before being reborn…
Dark moon bounty, Mama Nature gifting me something new for the house 😍 This is the lofty flower stem long fallen of the Mauritian hemp, a majestic provider of fibre and rare sweet smelling blooms, whose tiny flowers blossom only once. I came upon a grove of her babies, testament once more to the verdant rebirth…