There is treasure to be found in her treacle, gifted only to those who learn how to say no to everything else that will always want a piece or two of you. A simple one word boundary, too often wilfuly misunderstood, that grants your sweet addled self its required recalibration. Only in a quiet place can we put the month to bed, crafting uncommon sense from its twists and turns. Bespoke wisdom arises from our own great depths when we are not too frantic to listen.

The Pisces pool shimmers at us, shadows dancing on its dark surface. Neptune has turned the dreamscape all the way up and is conjuring our eidolons to circle and dive. Our nerves crave these liquid currents to soothe their jangling and crackle. Our bodies ache to put our feet up. Our hearts sigh in longing.

The world keeps shouting and marching oblivious over this tender ground. Only you can take your leave from its noisy nuisance. What awaits you is a scrying pool all of your own, a cloud to rest your head upon and a tiny crescent that plants hope in heavy hearts.

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes