March Balm // Void Moons
Art: "The Eye" by Palestinian surrealist Juliana Seraphim, 1970
As we ratchet to the blood moon eclipse, pandemonium and chaos sweep up. All that cannot continue is making itself loudly known, felt and seen. The disquiet and unrest - in our world and our bodies alike - belies the greater task at hand as we approach the sacrificial altar of the lunar eclipse.
Not no mores and ex files clamour and claw at hearts long locked against their various sorrows. The dinosaurs with dicks double down and the mirror world distorts their grotesque parody. Revolution seeps into all the cracks and voices begin not to catch in fearful throats. Chorus and community seeds in this fertile chaos. Hope for change shimmers at the margins. Eclipse season already having its way with us all.
The moon makes her way to her fabled meeting through the clamouring ides of March. This manic month granting a secret salve whose grace offers an all seeing eye in the centre of its storms. Tucked carefully between retrograde and revelation, four void of course moons offer us all regular respite from the fray. Unusually all four linger longer, for days not hours, offering clear passage across signs and thresholds.
Void moons are not for taking action or crashing through 'clipse crazed hordes. These hazy liminal spaces open a welcome window through which uncommon sense, unexpected wisdom or fresh inspiration can arrive. Ripe for dreaming up solution, conjuring inspiration or sorting shadowy reanimates. A prime portal for divination and scrying all that is rippling in the relative calm they offer.
This morn one such window opened while no one was looking. It will carry us to the eclipse, hearty intuition rippling as current. Its odd clouds forming around us, aching to be pulled in like a cloak. Dripping with the kind of bespoke understanding that could migrate you beyond malaise... if you can but stop, drop and listen.
the people who come to
steal your wonder
are often the same folk
who let others freely
take theirs a long time ago
~ John Roedel
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025