Now that we've all recovered, more or less, from the VAST amount of poetry that Reya called in (beware the power of the knitting bloggers; that's all I have to say), I can return to the dark moon report I mentioned earlier.
I'll turn 52 in May. And I'm convinced that it's crucial that I uncover as much of my hidden reality as I can, NOW -- something's coming (maybe no more than the Saturn return due in a few years; maybe something else), and I need to have all my resources available.
Hence all this dark moon hoohah.
Last time, I had LOTS of information about exactly how much damage I'd done to myself in a relationship long ago. Good. I can use that.
And now the full moon's coming.
This is the pattern these days: dark moon, discover stuff. Full moon, celebrate. On, off. On, off. On, off.
And in between, I try to focus on the body. Exercise. Good food. Sleep. Get work done.
On, off. On, off. On, off.
Straw into gold; straw as gold.
That's all. It's fairly simple.