We are now in that strange, magical, liminal time of year between eclipses. We are in transition. We are in the train station, or maybe even on the train, but we haven’t yet arrived at our destination.
The next couple weeks are in-between periods of time when things are changing, we are reorienting, and it feels like the fates are deep in the weaving. This time can feel stressful because it’s such a shaky, unpredictable moment in time, or it can feel freeing because it’s so OUT of the norm. We are freed from the grain. We are beyond the current of the everyday and into a whole other whirlpool – the whirlpool of the cosmos.
This week is smoky and humid and it tastes like absinthe or rooibos or something equally odd but not too heavy. Things aren’t the clearest and they are certainly in transition, swirling, and severing ties to the humdrum of the everyday. This is a week that has the texture of open water and the biting scent of smoke and lime.
Below are your transits for the next week.