I find myself getting quieter. Embodying the tarot card The Hermit as Mercury has moved into Virgo, the sun is in Virgo.

The Hermit is usually a cloaked figure with a lamp sometimes about to enter or exit a cave depending on the deck.

I always find the astrology is so literal at times as The Hermit also represents Virgo in a reading.

I have seen a few tweets where some Virgos are getting sad before their birthday. I can’t help but sit with my own personal silence. The silence that can come after so much pivoting and roadblocks. At times life reminds us of the flaws that arise with having a plan and to straight a path. Too clear a direction being in a year where Pisces is directing the way with it being the north node opposite Virgo.

With Saturn retrograding back into Pisces uncertainty is the pathway, feeling through the fog, wading through the waters. As a Virgo, disillusionment as acceptance and a step forward sloshing through the River of souls in hopes that you will find yours in the goo.

Which means fate is forged through flow and the internal knowing & surrendering is all about the internal unfolding and internal hallways enough light to see but not enough to know where it leads.

Some birthday seasons are meant for mystery. I’m not quite sure what this eclipse will bring and it feels like a bracing after many blows.

But what if a sacred ending of struggle that comes? I have been intimate with with worst case scenarios that never crossed my mind and happened. What if the end of disillusion makes way for tangible imagination and possibility.

I have been holding close to moonstone for nurturing support to hold on to my inner compass and obsidian for energetic boundaries in this season.

Reaching for my tarot community and the poetry of astrology to shed light to the blurriness of a season in the betweens.

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