Here are so many points of separation, apart and away. A tear that wells up and falls, another wave that rises and drops. Under an exalted Moon in Taurus ruled by an exiled Venus, I reach still toward connection - my body wrapped in the lapping waters, the sun hot on my face, my sister at arms length.

Deciding that we are now choosing connections because we want, not because we were chosen first.

Imagine taking responsibility for what we actually want.

Aquarius the water bearer is our connective tissues, fascia, circulatory and nervous system - that which stretches all over our bodies, keeping all parts of us connected, fluid, moving.

Complex defenses built to protect what has been harmed, to carefully guard the parts of us that have been betrayed in micro-doses over the years, to put the lid on trust because the Scorpio part of you has learned that it is better to be cornered and sting yourself than to risk being stung.

“But I have 20% pampering. Nice strong cigarette, nice strong coffee, nice dark chocolate. Otherwise life is gray. You need some pampering.”

Whenever I remember to, I walk into his garden to eat three kumquats straight from the tree and climb onto the trampoline, reaching my hands towards the clouds.

A year and a half later, at Emerald Bay Beach, my father picks up a piece of putat laut fruit and twirls the stem between his right thumb and index finger, his left hand turning the rest of the fruit.

If your dream could speak, what would they say?

"The plum led me to wonder: in our current reality—our day-to-day—how might we envision the dismantling of this exploitative “united” empire and craft the beginning of something fresh? " - Dior J. Stephens

Setting the piles of shells and stones aside, we began building the labyrinth. We started with three points, three half circles and a chalice, then moved outwards.

I walk through Galada Tamboore (creek waterhole in Woi-wurrung). I stop at the edge overlooking the floodplains and spot several kangaroos.

The UNHCR call rep asks me why I first decided to give money to the cause. I think: ‘saviour complex’, but instead I tell her I do not recall. She validates me: it was 2018, it can be hard to remember. I start thinking about when Uranus ingressed into Taurus in 2018.

I have been thinking of the untranslatable, about how we try to translate what’s occurring within us into language or words. Finding language to describe our immediate inner experience is often the final part that emerges in our awareness.