In astrology, as in life, it's easy to get ahead of yourself. To float above or beyond the present moment. Gemini season begins in a frenetic nanosecond, accelerating the pace with its switch hitting shape shifting buttons pressing ch-ch-change on repeat. But first darklings, press pause to make the very most of our last moments in the langorous little bull's realm.

The lashing tail end of Aries has delivered a torrid few days, oddly spliced for maximum impact. The hard sharp edge of the usually sweet Libran full moon. Tales of crucifixion, liberation and resurrection wrapped in shiny foil and chocolate. The unbearable mash up of man's manifold attempts to craft sense of the ineffable over a four day bender. Dazed and confused, we emerge with a strange hangover that will linger long into the week.

Our week kicks off in spectacular fashion as the Sun and Mercury come together at the final degree of Aries, pulling each other across the threshold into Taurus' elysian fields. For half a day they blaze in company and our own transformation by cardinal fire reaches its peak.

We have set sail across the final straits of Pisces, on our way through the tail end of the zodiac. The final tock on the astrological clock is a watershed, prelude to a tipping point. Tomorrow the sun crosses the celestial equator and arrives to Aries, delivering equinox as the wheel turns.

The anaretic degree is the transformative portal of any sign and we're in it right now. When you see that magical 29 in a chart - of anyone or anything - you have unearthed a turning point, a harbinger of fate and an indicator of large lumpy change.