http://darkstarastrology.com/moon-sextile-saturn/
Apparently I have this aspect.
My only writing, really, is hopeful posts about Tarot on my Facebook feed. Four Aces for the New Year... The Star and Bukowski ("The Laughing Heart"); Death and Octavio Paz, "Last Dawn". Trying to re-convince myself of things ethereal.
Right now the light is such that the scattered snow and sky shine the same pale blue. A just slightly paler robin's egg. And everything else... tree limbs, telephone wires, asphalt, are all this deep blue-black. The kind of black you sink into when you're somewhere between awake and asleep.
I am a small, confusing person.
I now keep a black scrying mirror on my bedside table, which I cleanse nightly. I'd like to believe it opens wider the window of my dreams, so that others may enter.
I know my boyfriend thinks that I am either crazy or just full of shit. He may be right. I love him for that honesty.
There is a place where I need to leave an offering, even if it's too cold to even go outside. The first time I stood there, it was like a portal... a path to the underworld. There was a weird but palpable melancholy that was not my own, but that I felt and related to. Persephone's tears are dew this winter.
The Death Card brought up this poem, which I think is so beautiful. As above, so below; peace and love; blessed be; namaste, and happy goddamn new year.
LAST DAWN
Your hair lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passes
with its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by
is always
running back.
Will tomorrow be another day?
