Ravens have told the tale of equinox for centuries in a language few humans understand. Crows cluster in murderous throngs cawing the change of season as the sun rises over a world painfully rebirthing. It is time and they know it, stalking the sunrise and gurgling the true tale of the next season.

All at once a witchling again with oh so much to master. April is built on constant incremental change as we continue to morph, testing our inbuilt flux capacity to moderate the transition. Quite an ask we are making of ourselves as we push boundaries and the limits of our knowledge. Daily if not more often.

And so the wheel has turned once more. Moments ago the sun wafted from the dreamy Piscean realm to the firebrand go-getter energy of Aries, hauling us from the watery depths into our baptism of fire as the astrological cycle begins anew.