We make our way through the far end of the zodiac as if underwater. The afterglow of eclipse and the undertow of retrograde combine as an odd surrealism permeates the landscape. The place just before transition is oddly still. Time shimmers elastic.

We make our way through the far end of the zodiac as if underwater. The afterglow of eclipse and the undertow of retrograde combine as an odd surrealism permeates the landscape.

Before mankind invented time as we know it in order to correct the pesky lag between equinoxes and the maths that couldn't keep up, there was the wheel of the year. This is nature's time determined by the uncalculated movements of our luminaries, the sun and his lover the moon.
Today is the cross quarter, the middle point between solstice and equinox. This is marked by the sun sitting at 15 degrees of Aquaria, an esbat often observed on the first of the month because it's more convenient and easier to remember.

The equinox tipping point beckons but nature never goes early. Her time is ever ours to keep. For more than a day yet we are plunged and resurface gasping through the fathomless whirlpool of Pisces. Its inherent dissolution loosening the bonds to what has already passed. Its inexorable draw torrenting over the falls at the far end of the zodiac.

We are arriving to the edge of the world, the lashing tail end of the zodiac and its strange churning frequencies. Telepathing its fathomless currents, an oceanic flood of feelings clouding all but the present. It is hard to focus and easy to get carried away.

In the place just before transition, when emergence beckons and you can hear the call of the next horizon flickering beyond the threshold, the temptation is to leap. To bolt towards what comes next, trading the present for the future in a whirling swirling haste.

We have set sail across the final straits of Pisces, on our way through the tail end of the zodiac. The final tock on the astrological clock is a watershed, prelude to a tipping point. Tomorrow the sun crosses the celestial equator and arrives to Aries, delivering equinox as the wheel turns.

We have arrived to the edge of the world, the lashing tail end of the zodiac and its strange churning frequencies. Telepathing its fathomless currents, an oceanic flood of feelings clouding all but the present. It is hard to focus and easy to get carried away. We perceive the smoke rising from the horizon, smell its warning and its welcome. Can already see the incendiary arrival of Aries season nearly here. But first we must navigate the last falls of Pisces, as prelude to the next season of our lives.

We are wobbling towards Thursday's tipping point as equinox and another initiatory full moon combine and it feels nothing like a journey to balance. More likely its wild opposite, as mighty forces continue this week to ensure we feel the full effect of our world so sorely beyond equilibrium.

Can you feel the three fates at play in your life? Past, present and future are always knitted together, a function of one another whose tendrils extend far beyond our myopia. But with the curtains yanked back and the veils thinning as we move towards this week's equinox and full moon, you can fairly hear the spindle and the rhythmic beat of its pedal as it spins the wheel.

There was a time when the movement of the planets above us and the earth below us alone marked the passage of time. Before clocks and calendars were invented to explain time, the Ancients walked in step with the world they inhabited, building ritual observations into a foundation stone of their lives.

The final day of Pisces and everything just about to tip with tomorrow’s turn of the wheel. If you have been dragging yourself along your ocean's floor or felt the hand of the eclipse holding you under the change you crave is nigh. Tipping points are ripe for transformation and change that sticks.

I woke this morning to the crows cawing change outside my window and a blanket of mist in the valley. The sky and the earth is shifting and I can feel it in my bones.