Hello chicks!!! 🌞🕯️ The Sun is already in Libra: happy equinox! May harmony, understanding and commitment to the world we share not escape us. May justice and beauty illuminate this new season, and may there be no lack of love of peace to restore new balances.
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The Sun and Moon form a beautiful trine, as they enter the Air signs together after kiting with the transpersonal planets for days.

Our little right eye and our little left eye, Sun and Moon, 🌞🌙 something personal and very ours, have already embarked on a renewal of energy.

Transpersonal planets are left behind, retrograde at the end of their signs, as if resisting to continue.

Could it be that we are personally far ahead of this world in decline and unaware of peace?

In the coming days, the final eclipse in Libra will advance, like a curtain of truth sliding on its tracks, perfectly aligned with Lilith.

Venus square Pluto also seems willing to settle unsustainable tolerances and balances. The scales are tipping!

Let’s hope he does it on the side of justice. And that, by looking at the one in front of us, we know how to see ourselves through what we see, and we also know how to recognize the other in what we are.

I leave you here a poem by Sylvia Plath entitled The mirror:

I am silver and accurate. I have no prejudice.
Everything I see, I swallow immediately
as it is, without being obscured by love or aversion.
I’m not cruel, I’m sincere,
the eye of a little four-cornered god.
I spend most of my time meditating on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with spots. I looked at her so much that
It seems to me that it is already part of my heart. But intermittently.
Faces and darkness separate us again and again.
Now I am a lake. A woman leans over me,
seeking in my extension its true being.
Then he turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see his back and I reflect him faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and waving her hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
It is his face, every morning, that replaces the darkness.
In me she drowned a girl, and in me an old woman
He rises towards her day after day, like a terrible fish.

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