Mars and South Node converged on my Sun… buried down there, deep below the surface.

And the Dark Moon…

Above and below reflect each other… there’s always purpose behind each event.

Gives us hope and trust.

Old things re-emerge… brave to show their face.

Sometimes the only way is thru the storm… the Sun is always there. Even if hidden for a bit.

My words spread across the page… a new journal, with a matt black cardboard face and back.

It feels solid to hold.

They usually last about a month… then I get a new one.

Boxes of them in the garage… not unpacked from the recent move.

They may end up in the fire…

A new start is screaming.

A few words from the deep dark unfolding…

“Yeah ~ it goes deeper than that… the vulnerability came with me… that tiny form unawares what she carried.

And the environment… so significant for me… look at what’s happened since I’ve been here. It’s taken me back to it all again.

F…king bullies. I’m so OVER them.….

No-one listened ~ like they didn’t before. I didn’t even have a voice… or so little to be heard. Who understands the voice of a newly turned three year old.

It’s another language… drowned, buried by the chaos and calamity. The droning voices ~ the shrieks and screams…

the flying bodies below the ceiling.

Smiling ~ calling me to follow. But my body couldn’t respond… held heavy to the bed. I was imprisoned in this space.

With no-one near and no voice.

No greater hell.”

Memories that echo not to haunt but to heal.

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(My birthplace… The Three Sisters💚💚… so fortunate was I)