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  The Full 'Magick' Moon lights up the sky tomorrow, 31st October, it will be full at 14.49 London Time. This is an incredibly special 'Blue' moon in Taurus. It is rich with creative energy and magic. It symbolises death and rebirth, intuitive and psychic abilities and heralds' transformation. Suitably spooky for Halloween! This moon encourages you to innovate, change and transform. You are advised not to make any big decisions this weekend, though, especially those related to your love life! Plan but don't act, especially in haste.                                  

                                                    The Harvest Moon: October 1st, 2020. Full Moons are 'honest', they illuminate hidden truths and ask us to challenge preconceived notions. Under Aries, this Harvest full moon demands that you come back to a place of self-love and self-respect. a quiet place, where important conversations can take place and solutions can flourish. Has any of the self-judgement and shame that has been plaguing you, been working for you? Is it working for anyone? There is an immense amount of confusion and chaos in the world right now, clouding many people's perceptions of themselves and causing them to be stuck in destructive cycles of criticism. Let the clarity of the Harvest Moon provide the healing and self-reflection to break these cycles. Be kind. To yourself and to others. Love and Light.

Billy Bear the morning after the night before. As a Cancerian I am used to the effects the moon has on my moods. Quite literally 'a loony' at times, full of beans, dancing around the kitchen, singing at the top of my voice, usually to Oasis tracks, Cigarettes and Alcohol and Live Forever being firm favourites. Then at other times quiet and fragile, thoughtful.  Away with the fairies on some days while deep in serious political discussion the next. Of course, I suppose I could simply be described as a 'moody mare' and have been in my time, yet the big white globe in the sky provides me with all the reason I need to exercise my attributes. Today however I just feel cream-crackered. And the little boy pictured above is to blame. He is not a Cancerian, he is a Taurian so has no real claim to being affected by the moon, well, other than being a dog and therefore related to the wolf, and we all know about their relationship with La Luna. Billy didn't spend t

The whole family had colds over Christmas. Coughing and spluttering our way through Eva's first ever visit to Father Christmas, though was an enchanting experience. Christmas dinner was a success, fun and joyous, everyone getting on. The first Christmas with a grandchild will always be extra special with fond memories that will last forever.  Christmas and New Year wrapped up, a few of us were still a bit sniffy but nothing to worry about. I walked my dog, Billy every day, it was cold, I was cold and was still 'with cold' but I didn't think anything about it. January 7th and my bones seemed extra cold, why would my bones feel cold? I dismissed the feeling. I went to bed and could hear a strong 'boom, boom, boom' noise. I got up and went downstairs to check the boiler. The noise wasn't in the kitchen, but I could hear it in the bathroom, in my bedroom, under my covers. (I later discovered that the 'boom, booming' was my blood pumping furio

                                                    Coco Chanel. Oil on paper.                                                     Persephone. Oil on paper.                                                     Work in progress. Oil.

Celia in the early 80's (Oh dear, I thought I looked so stylish!) I can remember having this picture taken. It is a photograph, not a snap. I had to pose, I was very tall (well, funnily enough, I still am) and very slim and noticeably young and fancied myself as super model material. I was a bit premature on that front as the real supermodels were still struggling to make names for themselves back then, in fact the term wouldn't be christened for a couple more years. I sent the photo to a modelling agency in Mayfair. I didn't hear anything from the agency so just carried on in my job as a clerical officer at the Greater London Council. Then one day I had a phone call at work, a personal phone call which was very frowned upon. It was a man calling from the agency in Mayfair asking me where I was. I was flustered and replied that I was at work. He went on in a dramatic fashion to say that the studio had been set up and the photographer was waiting for me. I didn't kno