When I was a child I wanted to write of beauty, love ~ envisaging all my creations born of the romantic, sensual, a Neptunian utopian ideal of connection from devotion & the mystical, the ethereal & etheric. & then the reality of life took me into the underworld. Navigating darkness of so many harsh undercurrents, realising my childlike romanticism was an illusion. My desire to write of beauty became shattered with pain & ghosts, shadows & nightmares. Lies, deceptions.

I'm a Moon square Pluto woman. A Hades moon. Overwhelming intensity, frequently drowning in emotion, astrological descriptions of 'hunger'. Hunger for love. Hunger for sex. Hunger for deep intimate bonding. Hungry Scorpio ghosts & shadows, filtering through the subterranean, haunting, needing release. If my Moon square Pluto was a song it would be Tori Amos ‘Cornflake Girl’. Nightmarish, turbulent, beautifully raw, sensual.

Once again, just as in my childhood, the day of Resurrection falls on my birthday & the Easter days leading up to it feel like a symbolic death. Decent into darkness like the mythological Persephone, rumbling undercurrents as earth shifts & opens to allow her rebirth. The Aries glyph, {a bud}, emerging from the soil.