“What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood’s a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It’s not for fighting.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
“What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood’s a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It’s not for fighting.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
“We don’t heal in isolation, but in community.”
― Gift of the Dreamtime
Continue reading “New Moon Aries – Sacrificial Lambs”
“Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?’
‘Hmm . . . What do you think, Harry?’ said Luna, looking thoughtful.
‘What? Isn’t there just a password?’
‘Oh no, you’ve got to answer a question,’ said Luna.
‘What if you get it wrong?’
‘Well, you have to wait for somebody who gets it right,’ said Luna. ‘That way you learn, you see?’
‘Yeah . . . Trouble is, we can’t really afford to wait for anyone else, Luna.’
‘No, I see what you mean,’ said Luna seriously. ‘Well then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.’
‘Well reasoned,’ said the voice, and the door swung open.” – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Continue reading “Blood Moon Aquarius Eclipse – King of the Fall”
“When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well I know there can come fire from the sky
To refine the purest of kings
And even though
I know this fire brings me pain
Even so
And just the same
Make it rain” – Foy Vance, Make it Rain Continue reading “New Moon Cancer Eclipse – Sins of Our Fathers”
“I fought with my twin, the enemy within.” – Bob Dylan Continue reading “New Moon Gemini – The Enemy Within”
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;” Continue reading “Full Moon Sagittarius – The Road Not Taken”
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” – Sylvia Plath
Continue reading “Full Moon Scorpio – Secrets”