WHEN THE MOON RIPENS FULL IN MAGHA HERE WE ARE: WIZARDS NAVIGATING DUAL FORCES, SOMEWHERE BETWEEN KING ARTHUR & A MOUSE. Yesterday’s Moon fully ripened with an elusive majesty permeating the air as the Moon shone vividly and waltzed past the star cluster Magha, fully expressing these days. It’s regal quality echoes Magha's symbol, the palanquin, and is juxtaposed with the headless serpent of Ketu, a reminder of the body (minus the pesky head—as Bessel van der Kolk implores us, it’s not the head but the body that “keeps the score”).
Gray spaces between bliss and heartbreak
Gray spaces between bliss and heartbreak
Gray spaces between bliss and heartbreak
WHEN THE MOON RIPENS FULL IN MAGHA HERE WE ARE: WIZARDS NAVIGATING DUAL FORCES, SOMEWHERE BETWEEN KING ARTHUR & A MOUSE. Yesterday’s Moon fully ripened with an elusive majesty permeating the air as the Moon shone vividly and waltzed past the star cluster Magha, fully expressing these days. It’s regal quality echoes Magha's symbol, the palanquin, and is juxtaposed with the headless serpent of Ketu, a reminder of the body (minus the pesky head—as Bessel van der Kolk implores us, it’s not the head but the body that “keeps the score”).