November and the trees still holding some of what they were, the last colour burning at the edges before the letting go. All Saints, All Souls. Names spoken over candles while frost is not yet.
We have been in shade for weeks. Love, and thoughts looping, treading loch-water, of what it is worth and what if, finding by feel any scrap of forward-motion. October was tense, November finds light. On November 4th, the CAZIMI. The illuminated centre of it, the moment when what has been dull brightens. There be song or speaking in tongues.
VENUS reaches toward JUPITER all the sour you couldn’t bear become sweeter. A breath of expansiveness opening in the relational world in the midst of becoming. Not resolution. A window opening briefly inside the contracted room. Hearts finding an unexpected generosity in a year that has not been offering generosity freely.
At the edges of the week the creative fire tickles to feel the distant approach of its own eventual inward turn. Nothing obvious changes yet. Desire is radiant and muscle at the edge of momentum is gleaming with what it has been building. Question the breath beneath the fire.
Our hearts have found warmth.
What the CAZIMI is lighting in you specifically, in the architecture of your own chart, in the life you are actually living right now is on SUBSTACK.