Dear friend,
Hello 🌙
A blessing, this Virgo transit, has been tuning in to that voice within. Being able and feeling capable to embody and express my unique truth; the one that runs in my bones, fuels my soul. I exist in the many realms, I gate-keep my sacred movements no more. I do my thing, I take up space, I fuck up the night in the liminal strait.
“High Priestess energy, this my ode to thee.
You birthed me, you brought me gifts three: Patience, precision, prudence. You showed me Life happens in levels whilst laughing and learning and living, all in the midst and mist.
I trust, now, the restoration process. I revere, now, the transits, as I do, my keys - these secret codes. I give thanks, every day and abundantly, that I work with the Mystical Rose.
Where there was mortification, where fear crept in close, where there was rage, where what I shied away from came to my Door - it is clear now these were catalysts. All for me, each - bearing message & boon, under sacred lock; it was up to me to use my wits - a combination of grace & wills, to uncover all within.
It brought me to my knees, many a time, it saw me slumped on the ungiving floor. What it did for me was plenty. There was so much I restored. What fit no longer was fed to the fire. My rose-tinted ‘nostalgia glasses’ were coated in grime and rust. I found other things too: old, pretty dresses; blousants and uniforms; books and games that gave me so much - before all the words in me could form.
I’m back at the beginning now, at the Fount of all Truth, drinking life-giving potion, opening different doors. I’m coming into a new era where the magic’s slow, and sure.”
P.S. I hope you know you’re you!!!!
Truth and tenderness knocking on your door,
Roanna