By now the bizarre magic that is the core competency of eclipse season has its claws in your life. It ramps up from here. Feel the door to that cage of yours rattling as the entire structure starts to swing. Our lunar Leonic version of the species is less than a day away and in my little corner of the conservatory, temperatures are rising in every sense.

Lady Luna strutted into Leo yesterday and remains here, hand on hip and fabulous hair blowing in the breeze of her own wind machine until the moon full in Virgo beckons late tomorrow eve.