Surrender to the real you!

Surrender to all those ideas about being what you are not, and become what you really are. When you surrender to your nature, to what you really area, you no longer suffer. When you surrender to the real you, you surrender to life.

The Sun languishes in Pisces a little longer today. He moves into Aries tomorrow and the pressure will be on. The Moon remains in practical Taurus and its time to plan and organise and take practical steps toward well considered goals.

A number eight day promises to be a day of work and balance. The two circles in a constant flow of harmony and truth.

Temperance rises about the mundane and offers wisdom from the dark recesses of reflection. She takes us to a place of acceptance and philosophical perspectives. Life is far too short to squalor in the insignificances that taunt our daily lives. Don’t look over your should and seek approval from others because it really doesn’t matter what they think – what matters is who you are!

Justice makes no apologies and does not curtsey to those who had behind the snide shrug and the pathetic pouts. Stride the corridors of blame with your head held high and slide down the banisters of non-compliance because its only a game.

The wheel of fate lashes out with a delectable meal. My plate is full of sumptuous morsels and tempting choices. Eat up and don’t procrastinate there may not be another chance to savour the ambrosia of the cosmos. Life is abundant with opportunities don’t linger in the pond of procrastination. Success cannot wait a moment longer.

It’s Saturday a day to work, rest and play. Don’t waste a minute in the post mortem of regret. Accept the week that was in the spirit of lessons learned. It’s just a tick on the session plan.

Creative images take my breath away. The outpouring of imagination captures and digested into min soufflés. Pictures and music are the seduction. Video clips revealing tiny takes of love, life, hate, tortured souls and self reflection; pantomimes with life-sized puppets dancing on the stage writhing to their own special tune.

Are we just actors on a stage? Is our script foretold and the ink has dried - no room for changes – edits don’t come my way. I don’t’ want to continually play this scene, please take me away. Wait until a more suitable role happens my way. Maybe tomorrow, what do you think?

Love, Peace and Harmony,

Julia Ashton-Sayers