I spent a decade living in a flood zone. It is terrifying at first, often unheralded and arriving out of the blue with a disconcerting inevitability. But over the years as I would sit and watch storms dump rain in my tank and crossings go under, I began to see how unwilling we are to accept nature in whatever form she arrives.

Emerging from the depths of the Piscean waterworld and its thorough drenching in all the feels is miraculous. Aries always arrives like an exclamation mark as fresh fire sparks in our bellies.

In hot pursuit of the sun, Venus strides into Aries for a no holds barred few weeks of self actualisation and ardent conquest. This is heart sparking territory. Despite not being at her most comfortable in the ram's pen, she still brings fireworks. Good to go and searingly effective, Lady Love in Aries commands impact.

Whilst the sabbats that mark the notches on the wheel of the year stand sentinel over eons, they become our personal markers for change. We arrive to each in a different form and at a different place in our life.

We have set sail across the final straits of Pisces, on our way through the tail end of the zodiac. The final tock on the astrological clock is a watershed, prelude to a tipping point. Tomorrow the sun crosses the celestial equator and arrives to Aries, delivering equinox as the wheel turns.

We have arrived to the edge of the world, the lashing tail end of the zodiac and its strange churning frequencies. Telepathing its fathomless currents, an oceanic flood of feelings clouding all but the present. It is hard to focus and easy to get carried away. We perceive the smoke rising from the horizon, smell its warning and its welcome. Can already see the incendiary arrival of Aries season nearly here. But first we must navigate the last falls of Pisces, as prelude to the next season of our lives.

If Mercury in Aquaria rebirthed your perception as prescribed, his liquid lunge into Pisces is for soaking it all in. Gently schooling us in the skill of surrendering to tides and currents so we may be transported beyond.

For centuries upon centuries sirens have been rendered perilous, their song a fatal enchantment that lured weak men to their demise. In mythology sirens are the embodiment of temptation, their otherworldly beauty a danger to those who heard their song and could not simply pass by. And yet nowhere in these ancient stories do sirens hunt,

The Pisces new moon is a liminal threshold. A strange crossing whose current pulls us through its portal, whispering to us in tongues and conjuring diffident dreams from our dark materials. We feel an almost imperceptible tidal shift from a place beyond the depths.

This month's dark moon bolthole is welcome refuge and scrying pool. A place to lay our world weary head away from the cumulative horror of the world of men and conjure an equal music of our own.

In the shadow of the dark moon, as the world above twists and turns in transition, today the sun and Neptune meet in Pisces' deep waters. To speak in strange tongues about the nature of truth and the veil of illusion, the persistence of memory and the body that keeps score, the journey beyond conditioning and control to elysian fields of freedom.

Every month in a row she calls us to temporary retirement. The beautiful moon hides her face, the stars blaze in her absence and the tides within us ebb. The bone tired exhaustion of all these modern gauntlets run on repeat catches up with us. We are world weary and craving retreat, rest and recalibration. The dark moon envelops us in her soft folds.

This week is a sweet surreal dream arriving as antidote and answer to the questions posed on repeat by this year in transition. Now may we surrender to Neptunia and the dark tides that precede the new moon in Pisces next weekend.

Last year International Women's Day got swallowed up by a pandemic that would go on to indisputably prove the actual value of feminine currency. Women's labour, so much of it undervalued or unpaid, remains the sinew that holds the backbone of our countries and our worlds upright.

Years ago it was, I had this dream. I was on a yacht travelling backwards at speed and I couldn't see land anywhere. I didn't know how to get off it and no one could hear me shouting into the wind.

A welcome change in the planetary weather today as Mars finally departs his truculent time in Taurus for the fresh air of Gemini. All the better to fan his flames and bust the regular ruts we may have found ourselves stuck in, spinning wheels and digging further into the same old ground.

In Australia, this is what it looks like after you get justice in a system stacked against you. It isn't joyful. It is barely relief, more often collapse and as rare as hen's teeth. The archaic and brutal judicial system victims battle compounds the terrible damage of the original crime.

An interesting set of hours ahead of us all darklings as today the tear in the fabric between the past and future widens considerably. Only the foolhardy or slavishly self interested missed the evolutionary memo. The genie is now all the way out of the bottle and smiling on those already building their brave new world.