Virgo season began last night, and we should all be glad about that. This sign often gets dismissed as anal and controlling, even cheap, Really, Virgos are the truest healers of the zodiac and some of the most extraordinary and resourceful creatives. Virgos understand that Goddess is in the details and that love is a verb. Sure, sometimes they don’t see the forest for the trees but they actually get the job done, son. More than that, they know practical magic is rooted in working problems—in work, period–and that actions speak louder than words. So while I enjoy the pleasures and grand scale of Leo season—who doesn’t?—I am always grateful for Virgo’s diligence as summer draws to a close. Her ethos of mindful economy, of service privileged over credit, and of heart over ego is one our whole country needs. To be of good use is a tremendous honor, and Virgo reminds us of this joy.
Virgo Season always emphasizes personal callings and practical magic; to activate yours, book a reading for yourself or loved one through biolink. For personally tailored daily guidance, get your Whether Report. Pictured here: Gene Kelly, born on this day 111 years ago and a poster boy for hard-working genius.
It’s Superstorm Sunday—and I’m not just talking about the weather but also the astrology, AKA the “whether.” Early this morning we had a full moon in networking Aquarius—a sign ruled by shit-stirring Uranus. Opposing the Sun in treat-me-right Leo, this moon sashays with Jupiter, Mr. Amplification. Translation? Drama-drama-drama in social dynamics— especially when it comes to transactional behavior masquerading as simple support. Very “breakdown, breakthrough” vibes since last night. My advice? Unless you’re spoiling for a fight or feeling especially open to reckonings, avoid social contact except to send magical carrier pigeons bearing chocolate and whiskey. Tomorrow will be a lot calmer, as Virgo Season begins tonight and the moon enters all-is-one Pisces. But if you have to deal with other people today—well, as my Masshole grandma used to say: “Good luck to you and the Red Sox.”
Happy happy Friday the 13th! This day may have a bad rap, but in any cosmology that honors the divine feminine, it is the luckiest of them all. Friday is the day of Venus, the goddess of love (Freya is the Nordic Venus); prized by witches and pagans, 13 is the number of lunar and menstrual cycles in every year. AKA female-forward as fuuuuuck. Can’t you just feel patriarchy quaking in its boots? So reclaim this traditionally maligned day by honoring rather than fearing its beautiful goddess energy. Count your blessings, hatch them for others, release everything that doesn’t live up to Venus’ glorious ethos of truth, compassion, and beauty—and say yes to the rest!
Virgo season began last night, and we should all be glad about that. This sign often gets dismissed as anal and controlling, even cheap, Really, Virgos are the truest healers of the zodiac and some of the most extraordinary and resourceful creatives. Virgos understand that Goddess is in the details and that love is a verb. Sure, sometimes they don’t see the forest for the trees but they actually get the job done, son. More than that, they know practical magic is rooted in working problems—in work, period–and that actions speak louder than words. So while I enjoy the pleasures and grand scale of Leo season—who doesn’t?—I am always grateful for Virgo’s diligence as summer draws to a close. Her ethos of mindful economy, of service privileged over credit, and of heart over ego is one our whole country needs. To be of good use is a tremendous honor, and Virgo reminds us of this joy.
It’s Superstorm Sunday—and I’m not just talking about the weather but also the astrology, AKA the “whether.” Early this morning we had a full moon in networking Aquarius—a sign ruled by shit-stirring Uranus. Opposing the Sun in treat-me-right Leo, this moon sashays with Jupiter, Mr. Amplification. Translation? Drama-drama-drama in social dynamics— especially when it comes to transactional behavior masquerading as simple support. Very “breakdown, breakthrough” vibes since last night. My advice? Unless you’re spoiling for a fight or feeling especially open to reckonings, avoid social contact except to send magical carrier pigeons bearing chocolate and whiskey. Tomorrow will be a lot calmer, as Virgo Season begins tonight and the moon enters all-is-one Pisces. But if you have to deal with other people today—well, as my Masshole grandma used to say: “Good luck to you and the Red Sox.”
Happy happy Friday the 13th! This day may have a bad rap, but in any cosmology that honors the divine feminine, it is the luckiest of them all. Friday is the day of Venus, the goddess of love (Freya is the Nordic Venus); prized by witches and pagans, 13 is the number of lunar and menstrual cycles in every year. AKA female-forward as fuuuuuck. Can’t you just feel patriarchy quaking in its boots? So reclaim this traditionally maligned day by honoring rather than fearing its beautiful goddess energy. Count your blessings, hatch them for others, release everything that doesn’t live up to Venus’ glorious ethos of truth, compassion, and beauty—and say yes to the rest!