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.