Sky god, quiet as a cloud, rolling across my imagination in billowy shapes of joy. He whispers telepathically that a torrential downpour of change is on the horizon. Obatala, forever my muse, encourages me to sing songs that make flowers bloom. *** Please consider making a donation to support this website. Thank you!
my moon is a virgin: innocent, yet wise about the inner workings of mind and body because twins balance the masculine side as a mirror the sun shines reflecting virility that is partnered with teaching and learning inside the house of inner peace it is a microscope seeing the chaotic needing order with label maker,… Continue reading My Virgo Moon