Mercury is now moving direct after 3 weeks of a summer retrograde that has only added to the complications of our times. As if frustrations weren’t high enough, what with masks and restrictions, and limitations that seem endless, and the general not knowing what is really going on and when things will be moving in a more loving direction for all beings, none excluded. I’m sure you’re hearing from many sources that the shift needs to happen individually, that each one of us is setting the new template for the world we wish to inhabit. And yet so many of us are already doing that and things don’t seem to be changing, but they are. I am recalling a message I received some years ago in an angelic channeling that described each step forward as stepping on to a supportive web of woven gold and that the support is created as we step forward. So step forward with confidence that you create your reality by your intention. if you decide that each experience you encounter will be filled with LOVE, so shall it be.

Not that there isn’t a lot of grief to process, a lot of weeping in the field. I think I went through a whole box of tissues this week and now I’m on to toilet paper rolls because the thought of having to go to the store horrifies me in every way. Speaking of the toilet, I’ve been so distracted with grief that last night I tossed some of Arthur’s cat box droppings into the toilet (not a good decision and something I would normally never do)) and spent quite a bit of time with a plunger and prayers that I hadn’t blocked up my friend’s toilet that might require a more serious plumbing intervention. I finally cleared the blockage and I can honestly say, after living in a 100 year old house for so many years, no sound is more wonderful than that of a toilet successfully flushing. These days the simplest tasks completed can feel like a major life accomplishment. Kind of like how I feel after I’ve been to the grocery store, something I used to enjoy and now I dread, what with masks and gloves and just the horrific waste of plastics and latex. My Virgoness is daily bereft at the environmental disaster this virus is creating. Sometimes I just can’t take it. Hence the weeping.

So if you’re weepy, exhausted, frustrated, bereft – you are in good company. Sometimes the grief comes over me like a wave and either I succumb to the undertow or am miraculously washed up on shore. The only thing I feel I have control over these days is the dishes. So I wash them.

Set your intentions for the New Moon in Cancer.
What nurtures you?
What feeds you?
What gives you a sense of security and belonging?
Tell yourself the truth so you can create exactly what you need for this epic journey of your life.