Tonight without leaving my bed I make my pilgrimage to the darkest corner of the forest. The shadow of black granite rises to pierce the rumbling sky. I do not let the chill in my bones slow my determined progress. I drag the ache in my heart behind me as I place my well worn doll into the empty chamber for safekeeping.

Merc's winged heels have been busy already this wildly transformational year. Darting between the new age birthing through Aquarian sensibilities of future focused humanitarian ideals. Fishing through the olde worlde fast crumbling under Pluto's heavy hand in Capricornia. Retracing hard yards with his reset retrograde between the two and now trailing all that revision garnered as he dives into Pisces.