We make way for the beauty of the moon new in Taurus, as we steady beneath her gaze. With four of our galaxy still covering old ground and retrograde magic thus afoot, now is not the perfect hour to call in our audacious new beginning. Rather this is the time to embody the gracious patience and endurance that is a Taurean hallmark.

Bow down Bohemians to a high priestess of the magical life, whose original art I was lucky enough to drink in on this day five years ago *swoon*.

We have just passed the magical midpoint of Mercury's merry retrograde, he and the sun fist bumping as they sauntered in opposite directions through the Taurean gate. This hallowed tipping point is always a lightbulb moment: something drops in, pops up, turns around, makes sudden sense. The light switches on and the chaotic disordering of the first part of our comm planet's backwards two step begins to make faint sense.

It is time to make your welcome return to verdant Taurean meadows and the hallowed realm of the sensualist; to eat, drink and make merry, to have and to hold, to dance and to swoon as the band strikes up once more, to sprawl in the everlovin' arms of Mama Nature and drink in everything your felt senses have to offer. The light changes and the birdsong too when we hear the thunder of bullish hooves as the stars remind us once more of all we have been given here on earth.

After a frantic few weeks on the rollercoaster my long weekend has finally arrived. Late, laden and just in time. Today with the mist stubbornly refusing to lift, an executive decision has been made by my Council of Familiars. Only Elvira used the fancy word when the decree was handed down. As the cool mist danced around exposed wrists, I willingly submitted.

The world we inhabit is built on cycles of life and death and rebirth. We bear witness through unseeing eyes to the rise and fall and return of the moon, the tides, the seasons, our bodies. Yet resurrection remains a brutal story from a book we read once that we think bears no resemblance to our lives; to be observed with a toss of the head or chocolate bunnies.

Venus at the station signals her impending re-emergence as she prepares to turn direct before the next night passes. She has arrived, in every sense. Of the whole rollercoaster Venusian retrograde, the stationing point is the giant corkscrew at the end of the ride. The one that lurches and rattles before you hurtle above ground, glittering eyes adjusting to the new platform.

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.