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.

With Mercury retrograding three or four times every year for a few weeks, almost twenty percent of the population are said to be born with this astrosignature. Our cosmic messenger confers some very real magic on these natives, imbuing their minds with distinct creative vision and an acutely left field operating system.

This dark moon vortex is a strange cocktail best sipped carefully. Be done with unconscious sculling or mindless marination if you are to have any head for its revolution. The cosmos ripples and wrenches with interesting combinations whose taste will differ according to our palate, our mood and the glass we find ourselves drinking from. Muddling our many selves as they dissolve and reform in service of evolution.

Our universal go slow seriously kicks in today - a welcome reprieve after a couple of frenzied weeks - as Mercury trades his airy domain for some backwards two step.

Saturn gets such a bad rap. As a species, we may well be better at doing what we are forced to, than what we could chooose to do. When life requires work and adjusting to sudden unforseen capitulation, enter Saturn. Captain of the right thing to do, the steady long player, the solid unassailable move forward.

Saturn throwing his weight around (& strapping on his retrograde shoes) can feel gloomy and dour. A compulsory cosmic colonic. Chocked with reluctant responsibility. Littered with solid lessons that will hold you in good stead forever but feel craptastic now, & maybe tomorrow too & at least until August.

Not attracting the hullabaloo of her mercurial neighbour, it is easier to overlook the obvious, significant effect of Venus Retrograde on our lives and loves. Our Lady Venus has been in retreat since early March - following a scented heads up late January - and mid April sees her official re-emergence.

There is so very much skycandy banging about this week but it would be remiss of me not to note, laud and generally cheer the Leo moon.

In the same way that things turn to shit sometimes in a heartbeat, the smoke can clear just as quickly. There are some fast tracks to clarity you can always rely on if you go back to basics.

He was by my front door just as dawn broke, a welcome sight after the long dark night. Mantis medicine is meditative and patient, biding its time and ever keeping a clear head. The natural state of this insect prophet who sees beyond the mundane world and its grievances.

If you are waiting for this tetchy energy to subside, we have a few more days to go yet. This ongoing power struggle between Captain Chaos himself (Pluto) and our cosmic enlarger (Jupiter) is peaking all this week, having first smashed into our lives last November.

Lady Luna has fairly stormed into Aries at the very end point of her cycle. She knows the New and Wonderful is just around the corner. So it makes revoltingly good sense that we have been rubbed the wrong way under fiery skies to show us in the clearest possible terms what does not deserve a place in our heads.

This is a trigger warning, darklings. And not just your particular flavour when the gun is cocked, oh my word no. Today is an across the board recipe for blown tops, epic frustration and the kind of sandpaper niggling that shreds even the thickest of skins.

When Uncle Pluto crashes the party, the ripples are tectonic. This no holds barred change agent employs chaos and disorder as his primary missile system, smacking his lips as our shadowselves come out to play. None of us are immune to his influence, though not all of us are charmed by his rumblings.

As fond of words as I am, there are a few that niggle. Closure is such a beast, cloaked in false promise and with an alarming propensity to hold us stuck or frozen.

The first day of a new anything is often dedicated to grand resolutions and audacious planning but we have really been spoilt this astrological new year.

Aries incoming, the tipping point is here and your next direction beckons. We stand poised at equinox. See that look in her eye? Aries determination, yours to drink in.