The gOld diary

The Sun in Mutable Air Sextile Saturn in Cardinal Fire

The busyness, the push, the momentum of achieving, these are the well-worn grooves of a self that learned early how to move through the world with purpose and effect. You have done that well. And yet underneath all of that forward motion something has been quietly accumulating, a tiredness with no clear origin, a fatigue that belongs less to the body than to your sOul’s patient insistence that it be heard.

So what is it that you are circling? What is it that keeps presenting itself at the edges of the doing, in the moments before sleep, in the restlessness you have felt in recent days? You already know. It is the part of you that wants to be met, the emotional intelligence that has waited with considerable patience, the femininity in you that is ready to be embraced and, through that embrace, to draw toward you those who live through theirs.

The capacity for that meeting is here and now. So do you want to keep letting the momentum of the world carry you past the door that has been standing open? You have felt the pull in recent days, clearly enough to recognise it. So down you go, if even only for half an hour.