Oh deep delicious dark moon, here you are again already. Once la luna begins waning, cosmic forces take a deep breath in. This phase of the monthly moon cycle takes us back through from full incandescence to waning crescent to the balsamic phase.

The dark moon is the very best time there is to Let It Go, every single month in a row. This is my favourite spell to do so, and its as easy as collecting a hatful of leaves.

Where have you landed having been flung from the eclipse slingshot a fortnight ago?

The final act played out last night on the grandest of celestial stages, the blood moon eclipse in lovely Libra. The landscape this bright new day looks nothing like that we left behind, rewarding beautiful souls brave enough to take the leap.

Eclipse season is always a bumpy ride filled with madness and joy, tears and teasers, endings and beginnings, disaster and opportunity all served up on the same spinning plate.

In Japan there is a pottery technique known as kintsukuroi. When a handcrafted something falls or breaks, it is sutured back together with gold creating a new piece with an utterly unique shape and form. It is considered even more beautiful for having been broken.

After the eclipse comes its resurrection shuffle.

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

Blood moon beckons and the skies bear testament to her nearness now. This mad season feels less like a waxing peak, more akin to the dredging reserved for the deep dark of the moon.

Blue tongue catching dappled rays by my breakfast table staring into me with his orange eyes. Strong medicine is this.

As we churn through eclipse season how best to keep our heads above the whirling water? By turning down the white noise of an all too frantic world around us. Our inner library, where all the answers are written in books scribed throughout eons and dimensions beyond our mortal range, whispers to us the secrets of our universe.

Tipping points like this are ripe for transformation and solid change that sticks. As the equinox approaches, so too a rare moment of balance and equality in a see-sawing world.

We make our way through the far end of the zodiac as if underwater. The afterglow of eclipse and the undertow of retrograde combine as an odd surrealism permeates the landscape.

Dark mooning, the way nature does it.

Universal fuck you can be how change arrives, glittered up or not.

The next day or so represents the final slam of a series of direct astrological hits between Pluto (why hello chaos and destruction) and Uranus (agent of lightning change) whose sole purpose has been a tilt shift of epic proportions. Since the middle of 2012 we have been running at speed at this wall (or hurled by the hand of our own personal Jesus).

Last night's altar created to honour and harness the energies of the full moon this morning in Virgo.

From The Wisdom Series by Bohomofo, this is the wisdom of Crickets