Heart beat

Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here? That may never be. Could never be. Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon – titles up, audience jump to their feet applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision. Except nothing, not

Saturnine

The Lord of Time brooks no insolence His moments precious as the stars Meting out that which we desire Holding in reserve should we remember Time is not ours to master but to respect as we would the sun and moon It cannot be counted or stored nor defined for our convenience As it flows

Time to learn

Today has been a bit finickity.  I’ve been holding the image of the Three of Wands in my mind to support the channeling of the fire and so far have managed to not bite anyone’s head off or self-destruct.  I haven’t been Miss Lala either so a little of the fire definitely made its way

And breathe.

Essential to any attempt at my non plan business planning is meditation. So following my guidance of “Silence the noise” today I spent the afternoon going within. My inner world has always been noisy. Again I have to point my finger squarely at that feisty Aries ascendant. Its raw enthusiasm creates a million questions and