When will we be paid

This week’s video largely focuses on the seed you planted back on the 8th of March, when Venus conjoined Saturn in Aries, as Venus applies into her opposition to the Great Wise One on the 21st. Prince’s cover of The Staple Singer’s When will we be paid is a fantastic reminder of the fact that we have to define our own boundaries concerning our worth and value, and need to find ground where those in that geography honour and respect our time, our energy, our labour and our creativity, lest we walk from them or at least make it difficult for them to walk from us.

Why can’t you make art from your heart? Why can’t you make a sustainable living from what you love? Why can’t you create the perimeters of your own life, business or love? What blocks are hindering the open and free expression of your heart’s voice? And what gifts are those blocks presenting?

There is a wee exercise offered in honour of the summer phase of Venus and Saturn, and I’d love to hear your reflections on what you are experiencing and have healed.

It continues to be a powerful time relative to our collective creativity. I just hope that you believe enough in yourself to harness that creativity into your world, your tribe, and your heart.

This week’s blessing is from John O’Donohue

May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.

May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,

A Morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,

May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,

To reach beyond imitation,
And the wheel of repetition,

Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved

Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart

Beannachtaí agus grá mór mo chairde

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