There’s something rather ominous and symbolic about a circus tent deflating- A spectacle coming to an end… As I sat around with friends last night, doodling with watercolors, this is the image that began to take shape.

When I look at the astrology of the coming months and years, my heart feels heavy about what we are on the precipice of moving through, and yet I feel a spark of hope for what may lay on the other side. It’s been difficult for me to put into words, and I still don’t have many I feel comfortable to share. But the spirit finds a way, and somehow this image says more than I could.

When talking to my grandmother about what I foresee, she asked me if I ever feel scared. Fear awakens the senses. It makes us alert, but it’s only useful if we do something with it. I am climbing more frequently lately, finding a way to let my body, “run it out”. “Run until you don’t have any more questions,” a housemate quoted one of his spiritual role-models to me as I painted.

The thing about a circus is that it is a flexible, tightly knit community of people, manifesting a common dream. It disappears and pops up again somewhere else, like mushrooms in the forest. Something is certainly coming down here, and something will rise again.

This Full Moon in Aquarius on 8/19 is about community and connectivity, and the gifts of magick we give one-another with our presence and our care. May you and yours become a resilient band of magicians.

Xx, J