Have you been wondering what is going on recently? Love wise, January seemed a little rubbish right? Did you breathe a sigh of relief when February began, I know I did!
My advice? Enjoy Valentine's day this year whether you're single or not- because January really sucked.
Astrologically speaking January was turbulent, to say the least! On the 17th of January 2022, there was a full moon in Cancer. This full moon was opposite Pluto and the fixed star Procyon was conjunct with the moon.
The star Procyon usually leads to some pretty intense reactions, dramatic relationship turmoil, intense feelings of jealousy, obsession and big mood swings, big secrets being revealed etc, so I thought a post would be a good to share this Valentine's Day, as January was a little challenging.
Self-care is soo important because if you are fully aware of what you need to make you happy, the love you can share with others will be truly more fulfilling. I mean how do you expect someone to love you if you don't love yourself?
The full moon this month is on the 16th of February 2022, and is in the sign of Leo. Also called the snow moon, this moon should be slightly more mellow, than the wolf moon of January.
Not all relationships are perfect but if you're with someone new, now might be a good time to watch out for red flags and really focus on loving yourself. You should be at the top of your priority list after all.
If you're happy this February and in a committed relationship, tune into those Leo vibes that will stick around for a couple of weeks and indulge in some self-care with your BAE.
And finally, if you're single at this time, don't forget to give yourself the love you truly deserve. It takes strength to be single and you often have to support yourself emotionally. This can be draining, so give yourself some time out this week, I'm not trying to patronise here. I'm just dropping a simple reminder to be gentle with yourself this Valentine's day.
Dancing in the Acrylic Rain
Golden orbs of falling delight,
Magic glow from the moon so bright,
Stripes of glaze and flares of ash,
Reflecting by the water’s edge,
Sculpted by the palette knife,
Golden curls of distant waves,
And rolling mist to set the scene,
A stormy sea of seafoam veins,
The curtains open once again,
The act unfolds, thickly painted,
Blurred by petroleum blue,
Details dancing in the night air,
In a kaleidoscope of acrylic rain,
Shuddering mystic wet and raw,
Covered in shadow, sleet and spray,
Wet pink skin all soaked through,
An exhale of breath that escapes,
Like forbidden fruit, bitten and sweet,
Splattered on the page like abstract,
Then the booming thunder clapped.