Welcome one, welcome all to the full moon hangover. How did that do nothing / say nothing / keep to yourself thing work out for you? Yeah. Me too, darklings.

As we begin today to come up for air after a typically torrid saison d'eclipsia, not for me the new moon intention setting or break neck fast track to my brave new world. I am wary of any kind of bring-me-this magic woven under eclipsing skies. We know eclipses to be portents of change, unpredictable beasts who do not bow to our attempts to tame or harness their peculiar magic. We know too that they ripple: across astrological and emotional axes, across years, pinging our past and future alike.

As we churn through eclipse season how best to keep our heads above the whirling water? By turning down the white noise of an all too frantic world around us. Our inner library, where all the answers are written in books scribed throughout eons and dimensions beyond our mortal range, whispers to us the secrets of our universe.