We are in Aries time--determined, fiery, inquisitive, the never-takes-no-for-an-answer time. But what else could you expect from the sign that ushers in the true beginning of the new year--the earth-awakening, seed-sowing, light-bringing spoke of the wheel? It's not like spring can be timid or cowed into coming back later. No. Aries, spring is fierce--and there's no reason we can't pull a little of that energy into our own cowed and sapped souls.
I think we're thirsty for a little fire, for a little empowerment, for a little shite-kicking action of our own. This fire is the meat-and-potatoes we've been craving but--for whatever reason or dogma--we've not allowed ourselves. Well. Let's make a pact--let's put some of this old-fashioned stick-to-our-ribs sustenance back into our bodies and see how long we can stomp around in this mud, in this awakening earth.
Let's see how far into the night we can dance.