Aquarius Full Moon - Happy Birthday Leo!

There I was strolling along by the side of the canal in my local town. I was lost in thought, thinking about my birthday and how this year it falls on the full moon in Aquarius.

When I looked up at the boat on my right and saw this! . . .

"Synchronicity hints at the unified world behind
the illusory veil of the material universe." - Roger S. Jones

Happy Birthday to all Leo's and a happy full moon to the rest of you!

- Susannah x


Leo New Moon

"And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence actually liberates others. "
- Marianne Williamson

Nail bite moon
sharp as scissors
arced and silvered
in the sky

solitary figure
in the landscape
new moon magic
one star shines

darkness cut
sliver of light
all nights horses
galloping by

Image and words - Susannah Bec

Behind the Portrait - 12th House

I often write things for another purpose (in this case a writing prompt) and then look at it through astrological eyes and see its symbolism. . .

Upon the plain walls of my life,
there hangs a portrait. It is a good likeness.

And behind it, set into the discoloured patch
on the wall. Is a blank space.

And set within that blank space, is a secret safe.
Where I, have locked myself away.

And no one, would even begin to suspect,
that the portrait may not be me.

And that I, may be hidden behind it.
Sitting quietly alone, inside the safe.

In this, I saw the portrait as being all that is on show, the ascendant and our highly visible planets. While behind the portrait, the 12th house planets (in my case the mars and moon) are locked away. Also as my 4th house contains my Sun, I am often not immediately 'seen'.

Do you identify with this? Are some parts of you more noticeable, more easily recognised? Or is your portrait an accurate enough representation?

Image and words - Susannah Bec.


Jupiter sitting on my 12th house Moon

"I have no words left to describe the moon.
For she who sails in the heavens, and pulls and pushes the oceans is not a one for words. She rules the surges of the heart, the nuances, the subtleties that the sun and his fierce shining light may miss. So I am sorry - I have no words left to describe the moon.

"I held the mirror upside down today
but it didn't change what I saw. . .
Still me, still there, still the right way up."

The last couple of days I've been haunted by strange feelings surfacing, ones that I could not put words to. On checking my transits I found Jupiter sitting exactly on my 12th House Moon.

Images and words - Susannah Bec.



The constant drip, drip, drip,
slowly dissolved the rock of me.
Diluting my essence homeopathically
until I swam, one part me, a thousand water.

Sweat, saliva, tears, still aware, still me, still there.

Sun, burned light, ferocious and questing,
lit the miasma I had become,
not content with my fluid end, it condensed,
evaporated the amniotic sea,
wanting to understand dissolution
its probing light sought what was left,
when shape and structure were removed.

Would the I of my identity survive intact?

The water vapour of me rose in the heat,
steaming spirals, swirling ever upward
dross gone, I had been reduced
to the very nugget of me,
distilled and potent.

Recalled to life.

Image and Words Susannah Bec

Recommended reading about the Alchemical Symbolism in the horoscope
Dynamic of the Unconscious - Liz Greene and Howard Sasportas


Chiron Returning Yet Again.

"Some stories are true that never happened." - Elie Weisel

We all carry a wound.
Some carry many.
Healed or still raw,
they are our soft spots.
We shield those places,
that are delicate, fragile.
We build walls around them
to protect them, and prevent
them from being knocked.
For although old wounds
mend and leave their scars,
Sometimes just the tiniest touch,
can open them up again.
And all the pain,
can come flooding back.
As if it had never been gone.

Transiting Sun and Chiron on my Natal Chiron (0 Pisces).

See my other entries written when my Natal Chiron was being transited.

Image and words - Susannah Bec.


Another New Moon

"New fields of Divine activity now open for me
and these fields are white with harvest."

- Florence Scovel Shinn


a new moon

will slit the sky

with its tiny crescent,

cutting the black

with a pale glow

as it begins

its journey

to transform

from delicate sliver

to full round light.

But today

the air is still,

the land


the cycle

has not yet


"The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected." - Robert Frost

Taken from my blog My Name is Zing
Where moments like these are captured


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