At the moon chime, sleep gave way to dreaming. Last night I found myself wandering back through time. Having laid my body down, my soul slipped out to set sail on the old currents that still sometimes lap at my shore.

The rampant revolutionising of life and love paired with the gentle oblivion of the far end of the zodiac demands mutiplicity but it is a slippery sucker to hold. Its pretty fleeting fish swim in two different directions. Hope defies certain death. Grief mingles with joy in brackish water. The future is a promised land just over a border we can feel but can't see.

Pluto's retrograde is the next to tangle itself in this eclipse season, now stationing to turn and head underground for his regular sabbatical in the shadowlands. This year locked in a challenging aspect with the axis of past and future and our current eclipse ground zero. Dragging us back and forth across evolutionary thresholds that grate and smooth by design.