Knowing the Pisces Moon requires sensitivity. Or a moon-wise friend: this one’s in her garden, wearing a lavender skirt, flowing scarves, and painting a swirl of watercolors against a large canvas. Operatic arias pour from her living room stereo. A lilac bush is swaying with the sound. A vibrant pink rose is looking at you with great interest. "I should know better than to paint on a Pisces moon. The canvas will never dry—but I can’t help myself." She stops to listen to the tenor’s high note, long and sad. Her eyes tear up. They travel far away, then come back again. "It’s the day for gardening. Whatever you plant now will soak up life force like a sponge. Can’t you tell how juicy and porous the plants are?" She winks. "We’re the same. The smart ones launch their advertising campaigns for we absorb everything. Have a party and we’ll all be drunk in minutes." She continues painting. You recline in the grass and find yourself meditating effortlessly. You take off your shoes and massage your feet, lovingly, exploring the zones of reflexology. Boundaries dissolve. Just for today: all is one. Every Pisces moon find the rabbit hole that will take you here. |
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