The Moon is in flamboyant Leo can bring a creative spark to the ongoing impasse between Mercury and Saturn. Deals done today could have a far-reaching implication or have a short term fix with a long term impact.
The reflective energy of the number seven day urges caution and solitude – contemplation rather than reaction or aggressive in any of our dealings.
Athena the Goddess of Justice is shrewd and aloof. She knows she has the moral high ground and so there is a lot of room for negotiation – on her terms of course.
The Hermit suggests that it is the perfect day for caution- stepping carefully around the minefield of our daily routine.
The hanged man grunts from the outpost of the tree of life, “give over will you and go with the damn flow! Stop the fussing about the reality of your situation and come and hang with me for a while.”
Death creeps in – such an ominous figure to my morning spread. Why should I see this as a portend of doom? One door closes and another one opens – isn’t that true? And yet we stand there peering out of the door – through the crack of discernment for a glimmer of hope.
The morning, ‘indicators’ are brightened by the entrance of Temperance; she is not buying into the nitty gritty or irrelevance. She takes me to an elevated perspective and focuses my attention on the higher ideals. Give it all you’ve got – the future looks bright beyond the ride.
She’s right you know? No matter what today brings tomorrow is another day. The disappointments of yesterday wash away during the morning ablutions.
Reality check – there is not disappointments only lessons in my “playbook”. This playground of life offers empirical lessons and remedies for scraped knees when you fall from the jungle gym.
Our path maybe littered with dog turds but you don’t have to step in them. You don’t have to pick it up and taste it to know that it is dog turd either.
Today is a day of looking beyond the poo patrol and considering the sun rise beyond the escarpment. Don’t buy into the bad hair days or others and refuse to engage with the moody blues.
Grab my hand and let’s skip down the yellow brick road. Bring your archetypes for a strong – it’s a weird world out there. Life is but a dream. Hey Prudence why don’t you come out to play?
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers
The reflective energy of the number seven day urges caution and solitude – contemplation rather than reaction or aggressive in any of our dealings.
Athena the Goddess of Justice is shrewd and aloof. She knows she has the moral high ground and so there is a lot of room for negotiation – on her terms of course.
The Hermit suggests that it is the perfect day for caution- stepping carefully around the minefield of our daily routine.
The hanged man grunts from the outpost of the tree of life, “give over will you and go with the damn flow! Stop the fussing about the reality of your situation and come and hang with me for a while.”
Death creeps in – such an ominous figure to my morning spread. Why should I see this as a portend of doom? One door closes and another one opens – isn’t that true? And yet we stand there peering out of the door – through the crack of discernment for a glimmer of hope.
The morning, ‘indicators’ are brightened by the entrance of Temperance; she is not buying into the nitty gritty or irrelevance. She takes me to an elevated perspective and focuses my attention on the higher ideals. Give it all you’ve got – the future looks bright beyond the ride.
She’s right you know? No matter what today brings tomorrow is another day. The disappointments of yesterday wash away during the morning ablutions.
Reality check – there is not disappointments only lessons in my “playbook”. This playground of life offers empirical lessons and remedies for scraped knees when you fall from the jungle gym.
Our path maybe littered with dog turds but you don’t have to step in them. You don’t have to pick it up and taste it to know that it is dog turd either.
Today is a day of looking beyond the poo patrol and considering the sun rise beyond the escarpment. Don’t buy into the bad hair days or others and refuse to engage with the moody blues.
Grab my hand and let’s skip down the yellow brick road. Bring your archetypes for a strong – it’s a weird world out there. Life is but a dream. Hey Prudence why don’t you come out to play?
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers
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