This ‘House’… this place, in space and time… has worn me to the bone.

As a native born when the Moon was travelling through Capricorn… its planetary ruler Saturn has been a significant influence throughout my life.

Capricorn’s energy is said to be Cardinal… a building and solidly focused energy. A need to create something long lasting… that survives the course of time. That is real, true, stable and secure.

No make-do’s pass Saturn’s solid boundaries… his stringent testing.

Yes… he’s known to be a heavy task master… he’s immune to bull shit, washes off him like water… his steady gaze is always on the only real way through… anything.

In my birthing chart he sits at what’s called the ‘Anaretic’ degree… the very last degree, 29… before the cycle flips over into a different place.

It’s known as a ‘karmic’ number… meaning this is where the work needs to be done.

“Something in my line finishes with me”… I heard those words (inside myself) many years back now.

Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard… and yet I’ve never lost my love or enthusiasm… never let it beat me (could also be my Scorpio Mars😁😁… the gifts from my ancestors).

I’ve never lost faith or hope… or my knowing. I’ve never given up the search for myself. I feel incredibly lucky. (Maybe Jupiter’s bounty😁😁… they're all just energies after all).

I’ve been given a heap of strength… within this hyper sensitive vehicle. A grasp of steel… a knowing so deep, it reaches my roots.

I’ve had a job to do… and I’ve never wavered (even in my unconscious moments). Never ever let it go.

I trusted… I believed and I kept on and on. Even if it meant crawling at times… even paralysed flat on my back.

I’ve made it through it all… and I can feel the celebration and reward approaching very soon.

I’m eternally grateful for my life and being me.

My 78th is just 19 days away… Sun returns to the very place it was when I was born… up there surrounded by the wild… close by protecting me, the ‘Three Sisters’… in the Blue Mountains north of Sydney. In Springtime.

My father once told me “You were surrounded by Guardian Angels when you were little”.

My Dad wasn’t a religious man… he was a philosopher… he never spoke of his extra sensitive perception… his way of seeing things beyond the veil.

It was obvious with Mum… we’d joke about it. The Magick blood ran deep in her.

We were an interesting family… so incredibly gifted while also traumatised.

‘The House’… the heavy burden I’ve endured this last year and a half… is a number 9.

My birth name is all 9’s.

It’s the last stage of a cycle. Before the new cycle births.

It’s been big… both internally and externally.

I’m quite excited about my 80’s… I see so much happiness and joyful and expansive creativity.

Being in my place.

It’s been a long road… full of endless learning. As a Mercurial person… learning is what I’m constantly drawn to.

What I love to do… what I’m propelled to do.

We’re here to evolve… to find what we’re looking for.

Life is a precious gift.

And I want to be here as long as I can.

I love life… and am hungry for more and more.

We are so incredibly fortunate.

Love to you💚🌳💚