With our dark moon rudely disrupted yesterday by Urania's cataclysmic shift and Mercury's confounding retrograde, our little ol' new moon in Pisces has been somewhat obscured. She rose quietly overnight in a blue haze, her infant crescent not visible to mortal eyes but her rippling mood felt by many a heaving heart.

When it comes to spirit animals, Miss Piggy has a place in my pantheon. As she rightly articulated this week - and I respectfully paraphrase - we fight to hold on and oh my giddy aunt how hard we fight to simply let go. Held fast as we are in the syrupy thick of the dark moon, we are now painfully brutally aware of all that eclipse season has excised from our lives.