Magic Words | Astology | Shadow | Coven
Last weekend Mars zoomed from Libra into Scorpio after way too long in the vascillating wilderness. In Libra, Mars was hamstrung as diplomacy and conciliation challenged his very nature. Mars said good day sir last Saturday and gleefully returned to a favoured home state, his fire and chutzpah blending seamlessly with the Scorpion’s trademark intensity….
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…
Desire is an impulse that controls an astounding amount of our behaviour. Too little and we are apathetic, unfired and unmotivated. Too much shuts down judgement and reason in favour of blind wanting. It is weaved into our emotional body which is why desire can bypass rationale and common sense and is more often attributed…
Embracing our shadow is something I bang on about a lot and not just because its dark path is one I have been forced to walk many times. I am a fervent believer in this good work. Plus it is unavoidable: the more you slap it away, the harder it hits you back. For the…
Season of the Scorp is nearly here and it is time for us all to dive deep into what lies beneath. We are being collectively compelled to bravely step towards our shadows and fast running out of places to hide (right Harvey?). The sun joins both Mercury and Jupiter in our astrological shadowlands. Expect even…
As Jupiter lopes into Scorpio for his annual change of state, so too do we move from staring into faces other than our own and turn to peer through the looking glass. As though we hadn’t already got the memo earlier, despatched by raven and dripping in our own blood, that this year is about…
A different face on the moon as she rose this chilly, rosy eve. Electrified by Uranus, supercharged by Uncle Pluto and his well delivered chaos, we wander through misty moonlight at this time of year. Winter creeping on gnarled feet and the bright lady brandishing a sting in her tail, demanding nothing less than ruthless…