“The mountain veiled in the mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.” ~Khalil Gibran
Life is not always as it seems; this has been a recurring reminder for me over the past few weeks. With the Sun, and a stellium of planets transiting the elusive sign of Pisces (Mercury, Venus, Neptune, Chiron), it has been difficult – more challenging – to stay grounded in what is. A fog surrounds me. I wade through it sensing what is in front of me, that which I cannot see or touch. For the most part, I still have my bearings. But it only takes a feeling, an emotion, or an intuitive sentiment to throw me off. This, my friend, is Pisces season.
Life is not always as it seems; this has been a recurring reminder for me over the past few weeks. With the Sun, and a stellium of planets transiting the elusive sign of Pisces (Mercury, Venus, Neptune, Chiron), it has been difficult – more challenging – to stay grounded in what is. A fog surrounds me. I wade through it sensing what is in front of me, that which I cannot see or touch. For the most part, I still have my bearings. But it only takes a feeling, an emotion, or an intuitive sentiment to throw me off. This, my friend, is Pisces season.
