The Queen of Pentacles has arrived with the gift of form. The mutation we began at the beginning of the year rounds into its last phase with this gift. It is time now to allow the new form to take shape. At its highest vibration the tone of the recent months has sung a song of self-inquiry and self-care. This self-centered focus has served the purpose of elevation. We are destined now to crown the Queen. Allow her to take her rightful title, and remember herself as divine. It is time for the coronation of our inner monarch.
In the next days we are offered an inferno to shape the contours of our shift. The roar of the warrior will release the wisdom. It is imperative that we howl at the moon this week.
Howl, for real.
Howl!
Within this howl lives prayers to divine manifestation. Release old haunts, allow the banshees to fly free. The harpies will carry them away with the wind if we ask. It is time to release these tricky travelers from our domes, and allow the gold to settle in.
Sensual perfection is in order. We can achieve this with discipline. There is no room for anything but delight, and we must stand firm that any sense of doom is a temptation best left on the shelf. Connection can help us believe that. Within the solitary study we extend our reach to those who have been with us through it all.
Pat them on the back.
Show them love.
Honor your brother, honor your sister, honor your lover, honor your friend. They are our mirrors, and illuminate gifts of reflection that carry us through the journey.
May our shape emerge with sparkling wonder, and shoot roots into the depths of trust.
❤️
**card image from Sola-Busca Tarot
Above the Line 