Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today.” While all the world around you may be tense and bristling with unmet demands for change, let these words from German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche guide your power to make the bed on which you and future generations must lie. Value-driven Venus is transiting through methodological Virgo until late October, enabling us to recognise the instructions for living that are laid down by the regulatory cycles of time, and to surrender any compulsion to rush the job. Pioneering environmental scientist and activist Rachel Carson reminds us, “There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” We live in times where nothing but night and day are assured, and so let each marker of natural rhythms resound as a eulogy to what was once known, is now gone, and will be mysterious hereafter. While the Sun is still in diplomatic Libra, Mars in Aries has been squaring the recently stationed Pluto in Capricorn all week; this much domineering, ferocious and melodramatic energy may give rise to moodiness, neglect of self-care, eating junk food, feeling resentful and becoming the victim of your own loyalties. If you are feeling human, all too human, invite yourself to a stitch-n-bitch group, or new paradigm equivalent, to set the world to rights with territorially-minded camaraderie.
There are forty-two muscles in a human face; cramp affects more than style.
Every sensory experience speaks truth; what love language is your body ardently expressing?
Did you ever hear the one about the parrot in a top hat?
As surely as Sun sets, so must you lay down your comfortable truths.
Radical revisions of homeland territories entails recommitting to duties with kin. Devour diplomatically.
Never too early to make that list, check it twice, establish list-making procedure.
Instructions for dancing arrive after long marches and before diatribes; victory is emerging.
Laughter, like lightning, can strike twice. Does that make chaos funny? You decide.
Plot a decadent party to initiate the final reckoning between establishment and underworld.
Your fortune favours the eye of the storm, until you shut your curtains.
With a big enough lever… you can knock someone out. Is that progress?
Yearning, reaching out for Luna, Ocean wonders: “will you still love me tomorrow?”