The beginning is near, darklings. The new moon in Aries is the reset button we have all been craving and a powerful hinging point from which to pivot.

Our cosmic players are taking their places for tomorrow's firestarter new moon, each adding their gravitas to the deep dark of the balsamic phase. Built as it is - every single month in a row - on letting go, crafting sense of the madness and plucking wisdom from its eyes. Lady Luna has just entered Aries cloaked in darkness. Here she waits for her impending rebirth just a day away.

just how, pray tell, do we lift the anvil from our chest and drag the shipwrecks from our belly? Because they sure as shit are not sparking joy, their interminable weight crushing our optimism and flattening fresh hope. Letting go, like healing, is a moment to moment wonder. Suddenly it drops or lifts, shifts or evaporates and you wonder how you dragged it around for so long.

One of my most brilliant teachers, a rakish afficionado of high school history, taught me two most important life lessons. The first was critical thinking: that it is crucial not to slavishly believe what you have had plopped in front of you. The second was to remember your history because as he proved to us ad infinitum: those who refuse to remember their history are condemned to repeat it.

Sometimes we aren't sure precisely how to do the good work of our life. We want to but we don't know where or how to start. That's where I come in and whisper softly to your soul to help her remember. Beyond my readings, I offer sessions to enhance your connection to your intuition and personal power. We dive into my full medicine bag, working together through whatever is vexing you.

In the midst of the dark moon and the dour imperatives from Capricornia, Mars' move into Gemini late last weekend has delivered some welcome fresh air and fuel for his fire. Ours too darklings, even if the kindling still feels wet and heavy.

If you have ever walked through fog, you know its discombobulating magic. Life feels otherworldly as your sense of direction is traded for instinct and you can only barely make out the next step in front of you. So too our emergence from Mercury's surreal retrograde, that scrambled us in order to force us out of our heads and into our true feelings.

Yes it's true darklings, Mercury is no longer retrograde. His step ball change right on Neptune has called a halt to his reverse gear shenanigans but I'm betting a boob that we're not out of these surreal waters quite yet. Uncle Merc now retraces his strange steps through the shadow of his rx until mid April. This is an echo, cosmic déjà vu.

Strap on the rose coloured glasses darklings and prepare to fawn and swoon as Venus moves into Pisces today. Lady Love swan dives from the airy platform and breathing space afforded to her by Aquaria into deeper emotional waters with nary a splash.

We are in yet another week of transition as the cosmos rearranges itself once more. The dance of the planets is eternal, its constant choreography an ongoing invitation to explore our outer reaches. The big news this week is the conclusion of Merc's confounding retrograde through the nebulous Piscean smokescape.

Neptune is doing a roaring trade at the Zodiac Bar. Most every night booths crammed with strange cosmic couplings, the kind that crack the haze just the way he likes it. The room has been tilting and heaving with the constant choreography.

Today would have been my Nanna's 106th birthday. This ultra Aries woman was my first Bohemian role model and I can still see her cheeky wink and knowing smile. She lived well beyond the dictates of the time, raising her two girls in The Australian Hotel - one of our oldest pubs in The Rocks in Sydney - as a solo mum in the 1940's. It is her blood that leaps in my veins every time I defy convention or stand my ground.

With a crowded cosmic chorus of alarms ringing in heads and hearts all week / month / year, we are universally musing. We want to know what in tarnation is going on. Or when it is going to end or start or shift. We demand satisfactory responses to impossible questions when we already know the answer.

The reset button that is the full moon on the rise is here. Our retrograde adventure through Neptunian wonderlands has been a surreal and oft tearstruck journey where nothing has been as it seemed.

As we fairly hurtle to the end of the astrological year and our equinox balancing act looks increasingly wobbly, we would do well to sagely count our chickens. There are influences aplenty at play, each wielding a peculiar magic whose combined weight is staggering.

We are wobbling towards Thursday's tipping point as equinox and another initiatory full moon combine and it feels nothing like a journey to balance. More likely its wild opposite, as mighty forces continue this week to ensure we feel the full effect of our world so sorely beyond equilibrium.

Can you feel the three fates at play in your life? Past, present and future are always knitted together, a function of one another whose tendrils extend far beyond our myopia. But with the curtains yanked back and the veils thinning as we move towards this week's equinox and full moon, you can fairly hear the spindle and the rhythmic beat of its pedal as it spins the wheel.

This is both leadership and grace personified, New Zealand's PM Jacinda Ardern mourning the tragic events in Christchurch. Our hearts breaking with hers in the shocking face of violence and terror.