Dark Moon Refuge

This month's dark moon bolthole ticking all the elemental boxes is in Serbia. Teleporting there now.

No matter how mad the world gets, you can always count on the balm of the dark moon. Yes even in Aries when everyone else is going off like a packet of crackers, jacked up on all they have to say.

Doing the dark moon well imbues you with supernatural powers. Or is that just more sleep than the frazzled muggles who call time by clocks and link their productivity to how manically busy they are. Sweet Jesus no, whispers the dark moon, every single month in a row as she begins to hide her face and our night sky darkens and we are called to rest. There is little else in our terribly modern world that encourages it. Our lives now built on instant comms. Fast turnaround and short deadlines. The impossible drive to always do more.

Tosh. Less is more, always has been. Dark moons find us ripe for regeneration. They beg our submission to slowing and foster our insight as reward. They are a pause between breaths. The space between the month that was and what comes next. They favour those who lighten their load, jettison the extra luggage and take the precious time on offer.

For the love of Taurus, get thy bare feet back on the ground and let your addled mind be balmed through the realm of the senses. Turn down the volume on a baying world. The antidote to everything all fired up is simple, darklings. Stay out of it. And the prescription for this dark moon is deliciously elementary.

Sleep. Salt. Eat. Repeat.


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2019