The final day of Pisces and everything just about to tip with tomorrow’s turn of the wheel. If you have been dragging yourself along your ocean's floor or felt the hand of the eclipse holding you under the change you crave is nigh. Tipping points are ripe for transformation and change that sticks.

I woke this morning to the crows cawing change outside my window and a blanket of mist in the valley. The sky and the earth is shifting and I can feel it in my bones.

It strikes me that Microsoft is behaving just like the eclipses. We have had fair warning, after all. Every astrologer worth their stars sees an eclipse rippling for months either side of the blackout.

It is all well and good to bang on about transformation as though the word itself is a spell that makes it so. It is true too that eclipse season is dredging some major stuff from the bottom of even our prettiest ponds. And yes, this is by design so that our brave new world is not cluttered or destroyed by our same old shit. But some days our personal revolution is a lonely planet.

Family and friends gather in sombre silence to observe the final ritual of life. Gerberas explode in a dazzling array of colour atop a gleaming coffin in whose cushioned folds lies only the body that once bore life; hands that worked & loved, crafted and created whose gentle gestures are already missed.

Just look at this beautiful altar for last night's eclipse new moon meditation and ritual created by the inimitable Kerrie aka @bohomofo at Sprout & Bean Yoga in Maitland. For anyone planning a trip to the Hunter Valley a tarot or astrology session with Kerrie is a must as is a class at Sprout.

This beautiful water lily is my newest plant friend and the latest addition to the witch's cottage. I have called her Nymph, a nod to both her genus and her nature. She was the centrepiece of last night's eclipse altar with her jelly underside cresent moon friends, a very Piscean representative living her life inseparable from water and under the governance of both the moon and Neptune.

As Lady Luna, her crown of stars newly minted in Pisces passes between our earth and the sun, we have today's solar eclipse. The Ancients believed eclipses to be the hand of fate at play in our lives and truly they are an agent for transformation that cannot be underestimated for its power to push us forward. Resistance is futile as fresh opportunity and potent possibility is sprinkled about us like stars.

Musing on sisterhood on International Womens Day and the world our girls are growing up in as they seek their far horizons and look to shape their world.

In the mapping of our lives as we navigate this magnificent journey, we spend an extraordinary amount of time with our head in aspirational clouds. We get busy magnetising our bright future, ensuring that what we seek is too scurrying towards us as we press on in our relentless quest to arrive.

If you're feeling an overwhelming urge right now to chuck your life and all its irritating little facets over the back of your head as you make a glorious getaway somewhere else, you are channelling the mood du jour.

I've been spending a lot of my time lately in the company of wise women. Elders who school me gently in the fine art of life, their hands soft on my back as I navigate mine. Mothers with work writtten on their faces and arms aching from the weight of all they choose to carry with a weary smile. Corporate wonderwomen who dazzle their field but still have to fight for it to be level.

These beauties came home with me last night after a delicious full mooner, direct from the altar. Honouring the Virgo moon I chose to focus meditation on the shadow side of this energy that can often wallop us by fuelling our inner critic. This in-house naysayer, whose oxygen is criticism and whose routine belittlement serves only to lower our head, tries to keep us safe by keeping us small.

The full moon in Virgo is nearly here and you can feel her blazing gaze building, as we simultaneously try to balance the energies at play. Life is feeling like a cocktail of Crazytown and high magic with a chaser of agitation and a twist of intrigue.

The amount of resistance our monkey mind throws up when our body and soul start to lean towards meditation is really quite something.

Valentines Day is the ultimate wolf in sheep's clothing.

A great many of these blessings hinge on love and trust, acceptance and surrender to forces greater than ourselves. Personally I prefer to give the significant bullshit attached to this day in the modern world the bird and focus instead on honouring my she-wolf and showering her with the love and affection afforded to me to bestow. Bright blessings to your inner wolf this day. Long may she roam.