New Moon in Capricorn 2018

The first new Moon of 2018 occurred early this morning; 2.18am GMT when it joined the sun at 26 degrees of Capricorn. It forms part of a stellium (grouping of 3 or more planets) in Capricorn which is practical, serious, ambitious and industrious.

Also, Mars and Jupiter are conjunct in determined and courageous Scorpio, Mars is the joint ruler of Scorpio and is powerful there. When Mars is joined by Jupiter, the planet of expansion and enthusiasm we may feel very energetic, or we could feel frustrated and angry, as this can be an emotionally volatile time.

However,we may feel the urge to do  what we have been putting off. Capricorn is ambitious,organised and in it for the long haul.So this is a good time to set realistic goals and commit to them. The planets in Scorpio suggest that it is a good time to find the courage and strength to accomplish whatever we need to, this is not easy; but it is rewarding.

(picture from Ganesha Speaks)

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Happy New Year 2018

Happy New Year. I hope you enjoyed Christmas and new year. We went on holiday this year to Yorkshire. It was the first time we had been away at Christmas and we really enjoyed being in the middle of nowhere in winter. It reminded me of one of my favourite poems written by a Yorkshireman Ted Hughes. I love the feeling of stillness and power conveyed in his poem

The Horses

I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

Not a leaf, not a bird –
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood

Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness

Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:

Huge in the dense grey – ten together –
Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,

with draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.

I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments

Of a grey silent world.

I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.
The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.

Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun
Orange, red, red erupted

Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,

And the big planets hanging –
I turned

Stumbling in the fever of a dream, down towards
The dark woods, from the kindling tops,

And came to the horses.
There, still they stood,
But now steaming and glistening under the flow of light,

Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves
Stirring under a thaw while all around them

The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound.
Not one snorted or stamped,

Their hung heads patient as the horizons,
High over valleys in the red levelling rays –

In din of crowded streets, going among the years, the faces,
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place

Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing the curlews,
Hearing the horizons endure.

Ted Hughes,

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Photo from the Bowerdale website