The blaze of sunlight hours has grown too hot, even for Gemini, and in an Icarus moment, we retreat to a nurturing little cave of our shell.

It may always be beyond me that winter actually only starts weeks into real winter.

Since all my planets but one are in Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Capricorn, this quadrant of the calendar has always felt like home to me.

I set out in June to build an in-person community, to embrace location, to put down roots. It worked, and this year is the first in a good w

Grape hyacinths are stuck in my head like an earworm.

Trying to greet the world with a tender, gentle curiosity rather than the anxious tug to understand.

What lives a step back from need, and how to we ask for what might help?

Can we open to inspiration without reaching for it?

What did I stand to lose, I asked, if I pried nostalgia’s now-bony fingers from my shoulders?

What is the difference between spill and overflow?

When I first tried on the label, "witch," it did not fit.

This new moon, our collective card is the II of Pentacles. Can you just roll?

What lies between inspiration and preparation?

What do we have yet to learn in order to help build a new structure for our communities?

Trust all that you know and reach for all you have yet to learn.

Can we move past judgment without explanation?

Can you find pleasure in the fall?

Takes place April 11 at 2:30 am eastern. This new moon, our collective card is the King of Pentacles Don't tell the others, but this is...

Balance does not live in stillness.