Hello Wild One,

Something lifted today.

You may have felt it before you could name it, a quality in the air that wasn't there yesterday. A quickening in the mind. Ideas arriving faster, conversations pulling at you, the particular restlessness of a body that has been beautifully still for a month and is now remembering that it has range.

Taurus Season asked you to stay. To press your hands into the earth and know things through feeling, through the body. To build slowly, to receive deliberately, and to trust the intelligence of what doesn't move.

Gemini Season asks something entirely different. It asks you to reach.

It doesn't ask you to abandon what Taurus built ༄ you cannot anyway, and you wouldn't want to. The roots are still there, solid and real and underground. But what grows from roots eventually reaches toward light, what is planted in silence eventually wants to speak, and what was forged in the quiet of the earth is now asking: what is my name?

Today, the cosmically accurate send day arrives.

Welcome to the season of the Twins. Welcome to the season of voice and curiosity and the sacred art of the question asked, without needing to arrive anywhere in particular.

The window is open. The air is moving. Follow the first thread you find.

Today is Wednesday ༄ Mercury's day. The fleet-footed messenger of the gods governs communication, intellect, and the swift movement of ideas. Wicked Wednesday has always been sent on Mercury's day. During Gemini Season, that is no coincidence. It is cosmically accurate ༄ every issue you receive this season arrives on the messenger's own day, in the messenger's own sign.

Pay attention to what arrives in your inbox today with a little extra reverence.

Gemini invites your curiosity, and gives you permission to follow more than one thread. Give into childlike exploration, and enjoy the freedom ༄ it is Gemini's gift.

The risk of a season as electric as this one is that all the quickened energy goes everywhere and settles nowhere. The Quickening is real ༄ but without roots it is just speed. And speed without direction is Gemini's shadow rather than its gift.

This week's practice takes ten minutes and requires only a journal and an open window.

The First Quarter Moon arrives in Virgo this week, and it will ask you to take inventory ༄ to take the season's opening electricity and begin, gently, to discern what's worth following. Let it help.

This season has a lot ahead of it, wild one. A Blue Moon at it's fullest and most philosophical. A mid-season shift that will change the register entirely. A New Moon in the season's own sign that will ask for something expressed rather than just felt.

But first: the window. The breath. The grounded reach.

Stay wild.

Stay wicked.

Stay curious.

PS - If Taurus Season built something in you that is ready to find its voice, The Alchemist's Tongue was made for exactly this kind of restless, reaching, curious thinking. A guided journal for spellbinding speech and mutable magic ༄ for the witch who knows that writing is where the mind finds out what it actually thinks. Available on Amazon.​