Last night I found myself wandering back through time. I lay my body down to sleep and my soul slips out to set sail on the old currents that still sometimes lap at my shore.

Because this is my birth-ing day, it seems entirely perfect to announce the arrival of my very first book baby.

Morsel, a collection of poems and tales, is due for release when the stars align in just a few short weeks!

The blue king of dreams has gotten under Lady Love's shimmering skin. Whimsical and distracted, delirious and desiring of... what exactly? In the litter of hearts and flowers with the dark moon shadow falling our way, it is hard to be definite. And that is just how Neptune likes it, all the better to let his glamour cultivate what plays behind the thinning veils.

Start your engines, darklings and daemons. This heart shaped week delivers us to new shores as we continue to make the crossing from past to future on multiple fronts. The final straits of Aquaria serve up quite a smorgasbord to serve as the bridge to beyond.

The strange ripple in this day and the one after is more than the constant glitching of what once was matrix. It is something beyond regular programming and far below its cause and effect. And it has Pluto's spiny fingers all over it, tickling underbellies and shadows out of hiding.

Though the start of this transforming year was shrouded in retrograde and revisionary imperatives, one thing is crystal clear. There is no going back. There is only looking forwards, grounding down and now, picking up the pace and the patter that will unlock the next phase of revolution.

In the looming glare of the fabulous full moon in Leo, the nodes get in formation. Standing sentinel as the axis of past and future, they deliver the next threshold in no uncertain terms. There is no going back now as the past pulls out of reach. Only the integration of old ways and means, future facing and fashioned into their next iteration.

Like all big blindsiding nights, the Scorp full moon has a tendency to leave us with a whopping emotional hangover. She certainly raised the dead, ripped back the covers or dragged us under our sight line.

The Scorpio full moon is one of the most deliciously intense. This year courting transformation on a seismic scale. Scorp is an unashamed power player unrivalled in its ability to raise the dead, tickle the underbelly and shake up the unsettled within us. This supermoon at close range only magnifies its potency.

Consider full moon fever on from now, her power already lighting up the night sky as she draws closer to us all. Today alone a multitude of aspects conspire to create a hybrid path to the scorpion's peak, a many headed behemoth with one thing on its mind.

Paracelsus attributes the five entities:

"of stars (ens astrale)
of poison (ens veneni)
of nature (ens naturale)
of spirit (ens spirituale)
and of God (ens Dei)

Out of his depth Mars cultivates a familiar cardinality now, teasing changing emotions to the surface. Intuition vies with impulsivity. Sensitivity is fuelled with mixed results. Moods swing like trapeze. Cancer is wildly emotional territory. Mars here is tethered to the moon's shifting tides, easily made queasy when flung out this deep ocean.

Venus has been playing with lightning all day, visiting the crackling Uranian currents that have set up camp in her home grounds. The strange music their combination creates electrifies the field and earths itself in changing values. All the better to reflect the overdue revolution of our humanity.

Taurus season is a standing invitation to dive all the way back into the body, in case you inexplicably lost your way. The looking glass of the modern world too often holds us trapped in our minds, a prison of our own making.

Each of the astrological seasons this year are distinct, immersive and transformational. We are four from four, darklings. Taurus season still calls our senses back from the flames, reclaims our body and places it firmly on even footing, grounds it and us back in the natural world we too often miss for what we build on top of it. But this transitional year it comes with a bull's kicker.

Our week kicks off in spectacular fashion as the Sun and Mercury come together at the final degree of Aries, pulling each other across the threshold into Taurus' elysian fields. For half a day they blaze in company and our own transformation by cardinal fire reaches its peak.