Reflections On Leaving: Notes From A Progressed Balsamic Moon Phase
I imagine the balsamic moon as a figure resembling a worn-out husk, a hand that can't retain all the sand slipping through its fingers. Maybe it's a hand in the process of figuring out that it doesn't actually make sense to try.
Notes From An Opening Saturn Sextile
The reason I’m writing an addendum now is because my Saturn Return wasn’t entirely what I thought it was at the time. It wasn’t some sort of video game victory where I “passed the test” or “finished the game” just because I did something that felt hard at the time.