2025the year in which a gentle reversal took place within memy nervous system allowed itself to be whispered tomy parasympathetic system took my hand and sighed…

art: Stratis Vogiatzis

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Art: Kristin Manson

When a spark met a stone - in delicious delight-

I breathe the stunning truthof word and will - as Mercury and Mars unite in the deep water of Scorpio,amusingly diffusing illusions - go and inhabit the space where silence no longer hides the next phrase.Move into that phase.The waning Moon drifts in Libra’s arms,teaching that balance is not a pause- always the movement -Let my outer voice loosen its grip on fear of the other shoe dropping;I form here, inside the tide of clarity, release disparity.Pulse procrastinating cadence with cosmos,I regress and progress into what has been carrying me.Direct and soft, the fire on water.I am the channel, the bridge, the form awakened by frequency.And the sky doesn’t judge...it listens.Frequency to formI.A.m

The still moment between breathsa remembrance of being,where memory births itself into air.The sighs of all that ever dreamed you.Each exhale...a ripple returning to source,each inhale...a silent oath to begin again.The body does not forget;it waits for the momentyou listen deeply enoughto remember your own becoming.So breathe- slow and sovereign - and feel the pulse of what is breathing back.