You've arrived early to the eclipse but you can wait here in our biding room. The moon window isn't quite all the way open and life litter is piling up in the corners. The black branch leaning over you creaks in the whipping wind like the old ones do, wearied by the world and its clamour.

Eclipses ripple along our timelines as divine disruption to regular programming. They slingshot us in and out of the passages of our lives. This first eclipse will clear the path. The second on the Aries new moon is going to launch you like a fledgling, perhaps flaming, into what comes next.

Blood moon beckons and the skies bear testament to her nearness now. This mad season feels less like a waxing peak, more akin to the dredging reserved for the deep dark of the moon.