Today's supermoon in Libra is another peak in a moon cycle crammed full of them. Most are new to us, having skipped analysing graphs since high school. All of them have scary moving targets. None of them are fixed - except of course the beautiful moon. She never wavers from her natural cycle and she knows what she is doing.I've never understood the cynicism that exists towards magical thinking. While realists and pessimists cry into their coffee and rationalists claim to only believe in what they can prove or debunk, there are those of us who cultivate a deep and abiding relationship to the imaginal.

A curious day in the cosmos darklings, after a weird weekend in Neptunia. Christ on a segway, this year is nothing if not determined to revolutionise. Make a note, if you have not already. You have to take respite as and when you need it. There is no window coming. Scheduling is the secret to peak self care. And tres Virgo, as this moon's mood dictates.

Tonight's blue moon is the ultimate late night double feature, coming at us with a leer and a smile. Beware of her power to unsettle, her strange light blazing into the shadows and outing us all.

Fire burns us up in order to release us into a new form. Every phoenix worth its salt learns not to fear the licking flames. This week is built on channelling the inferno and keeping your eyes peeled for miracles.

The reset button that is the full moon on the rise is here. Our retrograde adventure through Neptunian wonderlands has been a surreal and oft tearstruck journey where nothing has been as it seemed.

The icing on this week's cosmic layer cake is our impending full moon on the rise, and it's not even Wednesday yet. Her blazing gaze, magnified by proximity and purpose, peaks at the begin-again point in the house of the divine feminine healer. Initiation and medicine for a new life finding its feet.

Our full moon mere moments from her peak is in curious aspect with her lunar nodes. These hypothetical markers that gate our past and future. This is your life, held fast between the two.

Depth charge anyone? Tis nearly time to dance with your darkness in the pale moonlight, if you have not already been occupying the shadowlands as a lifestyle of late. The incoming Scorpio full moon is built on ruthless regeneration provided you can live and let die.

After a wild and woolly week, well may we be craving respite. Lunging for the pause button and hankering to leap off, up and away from it all. Yet our carriage lurches and thunders towards the full moon. Yet the Libran peak can be a soothing balm to the me! me! me! of Aries season.

Welcome one, welcome all to the full moon hangover. How did that do nothing / say nothing / keep to yourself thing work out for you? Yeah. Me too, darklings.

This is an official Astrofuckery Alert. Further to my last post exhorting us all to do nothing under this lunar peak may I introduce today's cautionary tale.

Post full moon my car is literally mirroring precisely how I feel. Spectacular in her approach and ever so beautiful in her rising, Lady Luna in her Libran coat of stars was packing quite a punch beneath those sweetly scented folds.

Masterful words that ping precisely the mood du jour and overarching theme of today's full moon in Libra against the throbbing backdrop of an Aries sun. This is our partnership axis where we seek the sweet spot between me and we, an hallowed moving target as we navigate the many others that stream across our path.

If the nitpicking, judgey-ness or finger pointing of the last few days is now seriously getting on your tits, you are still mired in the hangover of the Virgo full moon. The potential of its earthy balm and superpowered ability to at once declutter, order and streamline our life is unsurpassed. That's the high side well worth tapping into.
Equally powerful though is her critical shadow self.

This full moon peaks in the Virgoan realm of practical magic, a place of pragmatism and selfless service. She shines opposing her lover the sun still in dreamy Pisces, allowing us to marry clear thought and sight with our intuituve vision. Virgin energy is beholden only to itself and in its purest form is untainted by the projections of others.

This has not been your garden variety full moon. Rising in Virgo there was high likelihood of forces grounding us for good, anchoring us to home and hearth. Instead the lead up to this full moon just peaked was an extended player in whose strange grasp we found ourselves jolted.

Sometimes when you're deep in the countryside you'll meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a spindle, and on to these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight.

By now the bizarre magic that is the core competency of eclipse season has its claws in your life. It ramps up from here. Feel the door to that cage of yours rattling as the entire structure starts to swing. Our lunar Leonic version of the species is less than a day away and in my little corner of the conservatory, temperatures are rising in every sense.