Evanescence
lifting the night air from the earth swirls
into cool air
thinner than my breath
undressing quickly I flew
to walk in the tendrils
between worlds seen and unsettled and the coming
of the new
shaking dreams from my night hair
tucking the stars in my eyes away
for another day

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly and directly and actually our thoughts create our immediate reality.

Today's dark moon dreaming is being magnified by this ephemeral Pisces moon. At once vague and visionary, she's pulling us deep below the surface twitter of birds and nodding sunflowers.

Musing on crucifixion and our unholy willingness to martyr ourselves on a cross that is often only ours to bear. Post eclipse mayhem seems to be hitting hard this cloudy day or have all the bunny chocolates and long weekenders gone straight to our heads?

Last night's full moon eclipse in Libra was the final in a series of eclipses on the Libra / Aries axis that have been running since 2012, taunting us with their potent blood moons and forcing us to consider one of the greatest balancing acts we try to master in our oh so busy lives: me vs you. Yep, that old chesnut.

With so much of this eclipse malarkey playing out in Piscean realms, you could be forgiven for feeling like you've been battling the biggest rip of your life. Fighting it only made us feel like we were drowning as our strength waned and panic set in. We were dragged out largely against our will into a daunting ocean whose beauty was quickly replaced by our terror as we tried not to think about what lurked in the depths. It was only when we surrendered to forces greater than ourselves and stopped struggling that we began to float.

The full moon in Libra has nearly risen and just before 11pm tonight Wollombi time the lunar eclipse takes place completing the astronomical process of eclipse season, even as this potent window will continue to exert its significant effect in our lives for weeks and months yet. This tipping point highlights the big question that has been ruminating for weeks now:

Are you ready to eclipse yourself?

Woman is the most superstitious animal beneath the moon. This is not meant to be an occult or mystic remark. The female body is a vessel, and the universe drops its secrets into her.

~ Edward Dahlberg

The movement of Mercury into Aries this morning is an antidote to nebulous communication but be careful what you wish for. Whilst the Neptunian delusionists and filthy liars alike are no longer as able to flourish under non fishy skies, Arien firepower can be dangerously bombastic in the wrong mouth.

And so the wheel has turned once more. Moments ago the sun wafted from the dreamy Piscean realm to the firebrand go-getter energy of Aries, hauling us from the watery depths into our baptism of fire as the astrological cycle begins anew.

There was a time when the movement of the planets above us and the earth below us alone marked the passage of time. Before clocks and calendars were invented to explain time, the Ancients walked in step with the world they inhabited, building ritual observations into a foundation stone of their lives.

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.