Oh Valentines Day, here you are again already. Another Hallmark hero looming over us and the lore behind the day swallowed up in a sea of satin hearts and overpriced roses. Tosh.

Musing on catastrophe as a giant swathe of Australia today sweltered through a heatwave that induced catastrophic conditions. After our last fatal firestorm the top tier was upped, in order to avoid a repeat of that heartbreaking natural disaster.

By now the bizarre magic that is the core competency of eclipse season has its claws in your life. It ramps up from here. Feel the door to that cage of yours rattling as the entire structure starts to swing. Our lunar Leonic version of the species is less than a day away and in my little corner of the conservatory, temperatures are rising in every sense.

We are deep in the zone of the next pretty pair of eclipses. Our full moon in lovely Leo this weekend is a lunar eclipse and the new moon in Pisces' mystic river at the end of Feb is a solar eclipse. Notorious for their ending / begin again two step, eclipses also ripple along particular astrological axes and always ping the prior pigeon pair.

The full moon in Virgo is nearly here and you can feel her blazing gaze building, as we simultaneously try to balance the energies at play. Life is feeling like a cocktail of Crazytown and high magic with a chaser of agitation and a twist of intrigue.

I have designed meditations specifically for people who can't / won't / don't meditate because I was a card carrying member of the resistance for years - at a time in my life when I needed it the most. My meditations are engaging on all levels.

The amount of resistance our monkey mind throws up when our body and soul start to lean towards meditation is really quite something.

Valentines Day is the ultimate wolf in sheep's clothing.

Oh Valentines Day, here you are again already lover. Another Hallmark hero looming over us and the lore behind the day swallowed up in a sea of satin hearts and overpriced roses. Tosh.

A great many of these blessings hinge on love and trust, acceptance and surrender to forces greater than ourselves. Personally I prefer to give the significant bullshit attached to this day in the modern world the bird and focus instead on honouring my she-wolf and showering her with the love and affection afforded to me to bestow. Bright blessings to your inner wolf this day. Long may she roam.

Who is this dark creature that lives inside us as a voice of caution and naysaying? Why it's as much a part of us as our capacity to dream and create, lurking side of stage and tangled in the curtains.

The Aquarius new moon has arrived in glorious technicolour, ushering in our lunar new year. This maverick energy is the perfect firestarter as the shapeshifting we have each been experiencing, navigating, living begins to make uncommon sense. This is the hallmark of Aquaria, her unique calling card an invitation for you to leap boldly into your authentic self.

Just let it go. How many times has that old chesnut been flung in our direction with a well meaning lob? By the time our stomach sinks we know it is truth and our mind madly scrambles to find a way around it. There is none. If something in your life is toxic and you know it deep down in your marrow, it is time to let it go. And the dark moon is the perfect time to do it, adding Lady Luna’s gentle breath out to your own deep sigh of recognition.

If your get up and go feels like it got up and went, you have the deliciously sensual Taurus moon to thank.

We are in the final throws of Mercury retrograde, with the messenger planet just about to station before he shunts forwards again at the end of this week. This is the period where everyone breathes a sigh of relief with the end in plain-ish sight but do not be fooled just yet, Bohemians. The stationing point of the retrograde is where the greatest snafus are possible, probable even.

On mulberries, Milton and the very best Aquarian spell that ever I weaved for my writing. She’s growing beautifully, darklings.