A week of astrological warfare puts on a show as six planets align in the sky beside a moon on the verge of growing into its fullness. Jupiter, Saturn, Venus, Neptune, Uranus and Mercury parade their heavenly bodies as I step into the night air and stand beneath their magnificence. This night is said to be a portal of sorts for personal transformation.
A time of mysticism, never quite grounded in science, works its own kind of magic. Maybe it’s partly real, maybe it’s all a placebo effect – if the end result is rumination, analysis, manifestation and meditation, then let us have the planets align.
In the air, more than a hint of spring. Clouds moving swiftly beneath the sparkling sky. A mystical evening holding fortune or emptiness, likely something between the two.
Spring is on the march.
