And I’m Spent

If you collapsed just before (or on) the full moon finish line, you still made it. That makes every day of your life in a row you survived, which is an impressive consecutive effort and one of which you can be very proud.

We have a blessed few unaspected days in front of us now, astrospeak for drop your weapons. No longer required for your protection and no doubt suddenly feeling extremely heavy braced in your arms.

As you were, soldier? Hardly. But first, give yourself a freakin break. Rest. Recovery. Tend to your wounds and dry your tears. Collect your dead and give them the burial they deserve as the moon wanes.

April was a clusterfuck, astrologically speaking, and that exacts a heavy toll. Look around you. Allow the events of the past little while to find their place in you and change your shape, sans wishboning or wondering why.

Tis simply time to just settle, petal. The big breath out is finally here.


C. Kerrie Basha, 2018