DAILY 
POETRY TO DANCE THE STARS
The Artisan’s Rose
“Hephaestus, fashion me as a summer’s rose
That fears not winter.
Guild my thorns fine as Aladdin’s scimitar,
Matching the inner lip of the Crescent Moon.
Curve my petals not as an artist creates dreams,
Rather as You, my artisan,
Soft-hammers gold into rabbit bites of love.
Mold me from the white heat of this day
So my butter-petals will not slide off
Until I will surrender this glory
Gratefully, at vesper light.
~THE ASTROLOGY OF NOW~
HOWLING DOG DAYS OF AUGUST
Wisdom Body Notes for August 7- 20 by Samantha Cameron
Above is a poem of serene peace to balance the wham-bam August parade of energy extravaganzas we are pivoting and piloting. In a year of era changing demands, August howls the loudest! The first pivot is to see summer’s end within view. For many there’s relief knowing flaming skies and fires will cool. For most, the social, emotional and daily practice of life has been absconded, leaving little left for summer’s magic of daily joy. Perhaps a primary job for this month is to take a hard right turn toward making heat, flames, speed, and quixotic shifts a spiritual sojourn. As we are overheated emotionally, ponder taking the heat without becoming the fire to move through unknown shifts of surprise/surrender and renewal.
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