20.07.2020

This month's dark moon bolthole has a solid rammed earth circle around it for a well ringed reason. Saturn's steely opposition to tomorrow's new moon means we are feeling his hallmark contraction as the deepest dark of the moon descends.

Caught between lockdowns and travel bans and their uneven hypocrisy. Stuck in uncertain ruts and anxious unknowns. Feet fixed in old foundation wounds as our hearts leap for a veiled new horizon. Trapped in our darkest shadows with eyes squeezed shut.

Out there in the world gone mad it has certainly felt like Saturn and Pluto's Capricorn clang back in January has owned the year, as restriction and chaos took the wheel. Best not be forgetting the other end of that axis, the one that trades stern paternity for the deep nourishment and divine nurturing of the cosmic mama. Soon the seat of another begin-again.

But until then the moon's home ground advantage and gentle grace is softly begging our rest. In Cancer she hears a long overdue cry from deep within for belonging and knows that to feel at home anywhere in this world, you must first come home to yourself.

So this dark moon, the last of a massive mid year eclipse season, let yourself have it. All the carbs. All the rest. All the tears. All the soft places and all the tender triage.

The dark moon bubbles up what is ready to be tipped out of your cauldron. Your resistance is Saturn's handmaiden, leading you into the darkest chamber where you can do your best work. If you can bear the weight, you can too lift it from your shoulders and quietly put it down.

Gently does it, darklings.

Photography by @fredrik_stroemme

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020