Anzac Day and we wake before dawn. A nation of sharply divided loyalties lighting candles and wandering to shrines in the half light to honour. Alone together we observe in rare silence the sacrifice of those who came before us. Who endured war and hardship, trials by fire and unfathomable loss of life. We feel the thread of connection that tugs deep within and imagine what we see in the news in our backyards as we pale by comparison.

The dark moon shroud has settlled deeply upon us. Even as we feel the weight of the rampaging Aries eclipse taking shape, we still have blessed hours left in the balsam of the dark. Here may we tie a final bow on much of the unholy madness and mayhem ready to be left behind.

The dark moon is upon us in full. This can feel heavy and despondent but don't shy away from the discomfort. It is your single best guide to what is twisting inside you that is ready to be relinquished.

Just let it go. How many times has that old chesnut been flung in our direction with a well meaning lob? By the time our stomach sinks we know it is truth and our mind madly scrambles to find a way around it. There is none. If something in your life is toxic and you know it deep down in your marrow, it is time to let it go. And the dark moon is the perfect time to do it, adding Lady Luna’s gentle breath out to your own deep sigh of recognition.

A gorgeous night of ritual at The Wellbeing Studio dedicated to surrender: relinquishing control, releasing expectation, banishing assumption and watching possibility expand in return. 

On mulberries, Milton and the very best Aquarian spell that ever I weaved for my writing. She’s growing beautifully, darklings.