This week is utterly magic though what that looks like and how that manifests is up to you. Magic is neutral until you add intention, charge and reception. The shockwaves common to it can evoke or electrocute, largely dependent over the next few days on whether you have already boarded the revolutionary train to The Future.

A spectacularly interesting day in the cosmos darklings, as prelude to a week of change. This is a day of two halves, though if you are dangling from your outer reaches it may be harder to access the sweet perfumed hangover of the weekend.

We wake from Venusian dreams to square dancing on our own revolutionary front.

In the looming glare of the fabulous full moon in Leo, the nodes get in formation. Standing sentinel as the axis of past and future, they deliver the next threshold in no uncertain terms. There is no going back now as the past pulls out of reach. Only the integration of old ways and means, future facing and fashioned into their next iteration.

Two significant movements in the cosmic choreography over the next day proffer a whole new terroir and a strange union of opposites. Merc turns retrograde in Pisces as Mars charges into Capricornia. The former a nebulous dive and the latter a rocket sent from the planet Ambition.

If you collapsed just before (or on) the full moon finish line, you still made it. That makes every day of your life in a row you survived, which is an impressive consecutive effort and one of which you can be very proud.

We have a blessed few unaspected days in front of us now, astrospeak for drop your weapons.

My old boss used to remark that the problem with having your head stuck up your arse* is that only one of your senses is working. Yes, wisdom of dinosaurs but a salient observation nonetheless. As we chewed over yesterday and the day before that on this page, April is built on revisiting old scenarios or past mistakes whilst being agitated and niggled on most fronts.

Eclipse seasons should come with a similarly succinct warning but even with all possible due diligence, this mad season oft gets the best of us. If everyone or everything is feeling chaotic, unsteady or simmering as though about to boil over, remember this sandpaper is how we (all) make change. Not one of us is immune.