White Feather Astrology

Astrological Witness

Goddess of a Broken Temple

you arrive to be healed
to be soothed
I have no roof, no rooms
no space to welcome you
angry and frustrated
you lash out
you came to have your wounded
heart soothed
though I want to help you
I cannot
I am a Goddess of a Broken Temple
I have no roof to house you

I hide among the broken pillars
lying on the ground
rest for the night amongst the
lying on the floor
pressing my cheek to the stone
I remember
calm footsteps
welcoming, serving, healing
now I only slink away
the curses you have hurled at me
have destroyed my house
there is no room for me
and I have no where to accomodate you

Anita Kuno.

Lilith Enclosed North Node in Leo in the Ninth House

I am starting to notice the power that is available to the native that consciously works with the energy of their Lilith Enclosure.

I am looking specifically at the Lilith Enclosed North Node in this post. The North Node of the Moon represents that behaviour or those emotional habits and perceptions which allow the native to make the most personal progress during their life in accordance with that which they have incarnated to do. With the North Node enclosed by the positions of Mean and True Black Moon Lilith the native experiences harassment and aggression directed toward them while pursuing those behaviours consistent with the energy of their North Node until they learn to follow their North Node regardless of pressure external to themselves.

I have found two examples of this energy pattern which fortunately don’t have any additional inhabitants in the Lilith Enclosure with the North Node. Both natives have the Lilith Enclosure wholly within the 9th house. Interestingly enough both also have the North Node in Leo and Mean Black Moon Lilith in Leo. One native has True Black Moon Lilith in Cancer and the other has True Black Moon Lilith in Leo.

The two natives are former British Prime Minister and Baroness Margaret Thatcher and current Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard.

I am struck by the determination of both natives to communicate their message and wield the power necessary to accomplish goals consistent with their vision of what is beneficial for their country. I do not have much information about former PM Thatcher but I have noted the ability of PM Gillard to assemble an argument and present it effectively. Those trying to use PM Gillard’s words or actions to weaken her are learning that she has the ability to turn the tables quickly and will turn a perceived weakness into a strength. Also that while she may remain largely silent on a given issue her silence does not indicate her approval. It appears that she is willing to watch and wait, taking notes until the opportunity arises in which she can use what she has learned. Is it possible that the Lilith Enclosure can bestow patience or perhaps recognition of appropriate timing of behaviour?

I am continuing to examine the Lilith Enclosure and any energies therein. If you come across the chart of a native with an interesting Lilith Enclosure, please feel welcome to share it with me, with the approval of the native, where appropriate.

Thanks for reading,
Anita Kuno.

I Like Endings

Endings give me a chance to breath. I can exhale and feel the calm inside. Nothing else can go wrong when it’s finished. It’s over. That’s all there is. No more worry, no more what ifs, done. My mental space clears and I pick through the ashes to see what survived.

During the middle, I really don’t know what parts are pulling their weight and which aren’t. Everything is moving, flowing, rotating and stuff is happening. I see movement going on and I think to myself, what is the value, what is the import of this part over this other part? Which part should get the majority of my focus? Which portion should I polish and which should I allow to dwindle? While everything is happening, I don’t have an answer.

It is only when it is over, when everything has stopped, when death comes around that I can look at what remains and spot what elements survived. I like endings, because then I know what to do when I make a beginning.

When I have a really good ending on my hands, there is lots of material to sift through, lots of questions to ask, lots of material to analyze and I can really evaluate the remnants. When conducted thoroughly, a good ending can lead to a great beginning. When the seeds of the ideas and techniques that survived become the foundation for the next beginning, I am so grateful to the ending. It gave me information. It gave me confidence. I know what I did right last time, so I can continue doing it. Plus it gave me information about what I did wrong, I really enjoy good feedback about what I did wrong, it helps me to improve so the next time I have an ending, I can look for the improvements in the ashes.

Thank you to all my readers, I really appreciate your visits. I know it sounds silly but you are spending so much time here I realized that I hadn’t blogged for a few days because I was looking forward to an ending, or a dip in traffic. Silly me. What I really needed to do was acknowledge the value of endings and how much I enjoy them. A good ending feels like wind buffeting my body while standing beside the sea. In that place, anything is possible. I can pick up and go in any direction. Once I realize what I need, to change direction, I recognize that I can do that, I don’t need to let my blog stagnate while I do it.

Thanks for dropping by and reading this post, I’m glad you’re here.

Anita Kuno.


It was two years ago about this time of day that a highly competent surgical team finished working on my leg. I would like to tell them thank-you.

It happened on a weekend. I hurt myself on the Saturday and had surgery on the Sunday.

I had been living with a little old lady so that she could remain living in her house as long as possible. We really liked each other and got along well. She wasn’t doing very well on this day, had no energy and couldn’t keep food down. Her son was present and we talked about calling the ambulance for her. It was just a matter of when. We tried to put it off as long as possible because we both felt that this would be the last time she was in her home.

Finally, the old lady asked to go to the hospital, which was a big relief for us, because neither of us wanted to force her into anything. So she asked and we got busy. I called the ambulance and her son ensured that she had a bag packed with her favourite clothes, toiletries and all her medications.

I was trained as a lifeguard and was always taught to have someone greet the ambulance at the closest main road to ensure efficient travel. So I went down to the bottom of the driveway to wait for the ambulance. My slippers were not warm enough to keep my feet from getting cold. After the ambulance turned into the driveway and I started running behind it, I snapped my Achilles.

Now I have broken a bone before and when I broke the bone I recognized that I had hurt myself. Also other forms of injuries, cuts and such, triggered my internal mechanisms to register an injury. When I snapped my Achilles my thought was “What hit me?” I found out afterwards that the belief that something external to self had hit or struck self is very common with Achilles tendon injuries. I don’t know why.

Since my foot didn’t work correctly, though I kept trying to run - I was supposed to be helping the little old lady and her son after all - I fell on the next step with that foot and rolled under the trees. I was picturing a branch from one of the trees hitting my leg from behind and couldn’t figure out how it could fall and hit me like that. It would be so weird since tree limbs don’t just fall down for no reason.

Now if I had this happen on one of my 10km hikes that I often did, by myself, I’d have been alone for hours if not days either trying to get to help or waiting to be found. I was not alone for 10 seconds when this happened.

I live in a very small town and we have volunteer firefighters throughout the area. Turns out just as the ambulance was pulling into the drive, a volunteer firefighter was passing by on the highway and pulled in behind. The volunteer fire department always dispatches at least one vehicle for every ambulance call (except transfers and such) in case the ambulance attendants need assistance like crowd control or patient retrieval. So I’m running up the drive and the volunteer firefighter is driving up right behind me. When I fell he was right beside me, I wasn’t alone for 10 seconds. He was right there. I never knew his name but I am glad he helped.

So I’m rolling around on the ground, believing a tree branch hit me. This guy appears at my side and I ask him “What hit me?” He says, “Nothing hit you. You fell.” I knew the pain came before the fall and figured out I had ruptured my Achilles and needed surgery. Was I ever mad at myself. I was supposed to be helping the little old lady and her son who both were having a hard time emotionally because they knew this might be the last time the little old lady was at her house and here I was rolling around on the ground with the pine cones needing help myself. I was furious.

Now that I knew the source of the pain, I told the fire fighter beside me my assessment of my situation and he said he would move his car off the drive, tell the people at the house and then come back to me. So he left and I stayed kneeling in the pine needles and trying to figure out how this would work out. I knew I needed surgery. I had avoided it thus far in my life and was proud of that, I was angry that this had changed.

The firefighter returned with a first aid kit and by that time the fire chief and another fire fighter arrived. I had gone to school with the fire chief and talked to him about how stupid I felt which I am sure he is used to hearing when he helps people. I asked to borrow his phone to call my sister, a nurse, to tell her what happened and he gave me his phone. Thanks Doug, that meant a lot to me.

I left a message on my sister’s answering machine and then the four of us, me and the three fire fighters figured out what to do with me. We had to stabilize my leg and transport me. The ambulance was already on site (ironic huh?) so we considered putting me in the ambulance as second passenger. We sandwiched my leg, in the position of my choice, with a pillow and taped it in place. The old lady’s son came down to check on me and all I could say was sorry. We had been so worried that day for so long, all he could do was laugh. He wasn’t laughing at me, he was laughing at the absurdity of the situation. He suggested he take me to the hospital in his car, to which I agreed. The ambulance stopped on the way out the drive to offer me a lift but I told them it was more important that the little old lady get to the hospital fast, I said I would go with the son, which I did. Thank you volunteer fire fighters for helping me. I never really got to thank you that day.

At the hospital, wheeled in in a wheel chair, I was processed. I wasn’t an emergency. I wasn’t bleeding and I could breath fine I was just in a boatload of pain.

This hospital is kind of small and very friendly. They had an area with two beds and a curtain between them. The put me on one side and the little old lady was on the other side. This ended up being handy since she had a lot of short term memory loss and couldn’t answer the doctor’s questions. I answered them from my side of the curtain. I was given pain medication (yay opium) and put in a stable position and left for about 45 minutes for the pain meds to kick in. Then the doctor came in, splinted me and we discussed next steps. I asked if I had input into the location of my surgery (our county feeds into two main city hospitals) and he asked me my choice. After I selected he agreed with me, since he works the emergency department at that hospital and began the process of booking me an appointment.

Then a nurse came in to hand me the phone from the wall behind me, my sister was on the line (I do love small towns). We talked and she laughed at me and I told her how stupid I felt and we discussed next steps. While we were talking I was given a time for my day surgery the following day and my sister agreed to drive me.

The little old lady was being admitted and I was going home. The son drove me to the pharmacy and picked up my medication, thank you, and then drove me back to the house. Where we talked and he laughed at the day. We both needed to laugh.

I took the pain meds and quit the anti-inflammatory after the first one since they made my heart feel strange. I later talked to the pharmacist about this, another friend, and he said I made the right decision. I lay on the couch with cushions propping my injured leg in the air and went to sleep - if I remember correctly.

My appointment was for 9:30am on Sunday and I had to be at reception by 9:00am so I had to leave my place by 7:00am and be up around shortly after 6:00am, which was not a problem. The little old lady’s son would look after my dog and cat so I just got myself ready and waited for my sister. She arrived and loaded me up, I had to sit in the back to have my leg on the seat, and then we left. Thank-you to my sister for everything, driving me, supporting me and putting up with me.

We got to the hospital in good time and everything was very quiet. Yay Sunday. I checked into reception and shortly was taken to patient waiting where I changed and lay on a gurney. The nurse was trying to make me comfortable but couldn’t figure out why I didn’t want a pillow. Neither could I but I didn’t. No pillow. I got her to raise the foot of the gurney so I was on an incline, took my pain meds and went to sleep.

I think I slept about 2 hours before I woke up again. My surgery kept getting bumped because I was not a priority. The surgical team were the only orthopaedic team working on a Sunday and anything from the Emergency Room or elsewhere in the hospital came to them, so my appointment was pushed back. The nurse came to apologize but I was fine. I said that as long as they are ready for me when they get to me, I’m fine. The back of my knee was on fire again so I requested my pain meds from the nurse, none of my belongings were under my administration at the moment. The nurse came to explain to me that not enough time had elapsed since I took my last pills. I looked her in the eye and told her I could care less what the bottle said, I feel fire behind my knee. I am just fine sleeping while the surgical team does their thing but she and I are going to have a problem if I can’t sleep. I also told her that I don’t do drugs, drink or smoke so if she thought I was taking opium because it was fun, she was mistaken. She brought me pills and I went back to sleep. My sister was across the room reading her book.

At one o’clock I was told they were soon ready for me. That was good I thought since I was soon ready for some more pain meds. By 1:30pm, I had to negotiate for another pain pill. The nurse didn’t want to give it to me since my transfer was eminent but I realized that it might be and it might not be, we spoke and I got one more pill.

Somewhere in all of this the phlebotomist came around. Now I am not a fan of needles in my arms, nor of having blood drawn but I appreciate talent when I see it and this phlebotomist was terrific. I saw her for only about 5 minutes. I thank you.

So just before 2pm the nurse tells me the orderly is on his way to take me to the operating room. My sister stands up and tells me she is off to visit with a friend of hers now (I knew this was the plan all along) and that the recovery nurse will call my sister on her cell phone when I’m done. My sister heads out.

At this point I cry. I’m so scared that I cry. The nurse is gone, my sister is gone and I cry. Let me tell you why.

I’m frightened of this surgery. Not because of the procedure, but because I have had 12 years of post traumatic stress disorder and I don’t want any former symptoms to come back. I have heard about other people who after surgery have a re-occurrence of their symptoms and I have lost 12 years of my life to them and don’t want all the work I have done to be undone.

Also 2 months prior to my surgery, a friend sent me a news story about pelvic exams being done on anaesthetized women who are patients for non-pelvic related procedures, without patient consent. I am horrified of this possibility and do not want to be subject to this kind of treatment. So now, under pain meds, in a paper gown, horizontal on a wheeled bed, I have to stand up for myself.

In comes the orderly and he unlocks my bed and drives me feet first down the hall. He tells me that the team on duty is great. “They’re a really good team.” I’m told afterwards he didn’t have to volunteer this information and would only say it if it were true. Turns out, it is true.

He parks me next to a wall and stands a little ways away from me. I rarely ask anyone to touch me and would never ask a stranger. I ask him if he would mind holding my hand. He takes my offered hand and doesn’t ask any questions. He touch is undemanding, soft and kind. Thank you. I never saw him after that. Thank you for being kind to me, I had been frightened and was reassured by your actions. Thank you.

Then the male surgeon and a female nurse come out from a door behind my head and come to the side of the bed. They are energetic and chipper. The doctor asks if I have had an X-ray, which I hadn’t but didn’t figure was necessary. He cuts off my splint and looks at the back of my leg which should have lots of tension from the line of the Achilles and there is no tension. “I don’t think we need an X-ray.” he says. “Let’s mark that leg, shall we?” to which I agree. I have no qualms about a little ink on my skin to ensure the correct leg is addressed. He ensures I am informed that I don’t have to have surgery, they can splint the leg (3 months in a cast) and the tendon will heal but will always be longer than the other. I inform him that I choose to have surgery. He next makes sure I know the risks, such as infection (1% chance but it does exist). I am informed and still select the surgery. His bit is over and now it’s my turn. I tell them I have concerns about a re-occurrence of post traumatic stress disorder symptoms after the surgery. I ask the surgeon, if during the surgery he can address me and tell me what he is doing. I tell him I have a degree in Phys. Ed. so he doesn’t have to alter his language for me, I just need to feel like I am a part of what is happening. He listens to me. I never got an indication of whether or not he believed me and I don’t think it mattered. He agreed to talk to me during the surgery and tell me what was happening. Thank you, Doctor.

Then I addressed my concerns about having my body touched in ways that would make me uncomfortable (such as a pelvic exam). The doctor started to say something about usually taking samples but the female nurse cut him off and told me that they would honour my request. To be clear, I stated it again in full. I gave my permission for members of the team to touch my body in any way necessary as long as the purpose was directly related to the health of my leg. If the purpose for touching my body did not relate directly do the health of my leg, I did not give my permission. The doctor and the nurse heard my statements which were honoured.

Next I talked to the anaesthetist, a lovely doctor, whose name I forget who had recently returned from a yoga intensive in California. We talked about my concerns of post traumatic stress disorder symptoms and I appreciated the kindness with which he asked his questions.

I was wheeled into the operating room and told they like to play music while they operate. Casey Kasem was on the radio/iPod/whatever hardware they had, and I was asked if I like Casey Kasem, to which I emphatically replied “Yes.” I love his voice.

One small tube in my hand and I was asked to count to ten, I think I was gone at seven.

I woke up in the recovery room. Now if you have never had this happen, you won’t understand, but it feels like you are hungover but instead of the headache imagine a dry throat like you’ve been sand papered from the inside. I wasn’t very nice to the nurse in the first recovery room, sorry about that. She was very good at her job.

My heart was singing. My heart felt so big and happy it was like I had just left a party in my honour. My heart was bursting with joy. Writing this brings tears to my eyes. My heart felt clean and light and joyous when I woke up and it still does, every time I think of that surgery. I never imagined that having surgery would be one of the happiest memories of my life, but it is.

So with light and happy heart, and throat devoid of all moisture, I began to re-orient myself and find my way back though the fog that is the recovery process.

Right on schedule I was moved to second recovery (patient is lucid but still needs observation) and proceeded to get dressed. My sister arrived and away we went (as fast as someone who was in a soft cast could go).

Here is the point of this post. All of these people cared about me. They treated my kindly. Because of that, 2 years after the event I have not had one symptom of post traumatic stress disorder which is attributable to this experience. If anything this experience helped me very much. Now my leg was in a lot of pain for 3 months but that is relatively minor. The joy and kindness that these people bestowed upon me, especially in the operating room, have been recorded in my heart, whereever I go whatever I do. I am not in a hurry to have surgery again but this one time, it has made a huge difference to me and I just want to say thank you to everyone involved who helped me that day. You gave me more than you realize.

Since this is an astrology blog, I will point out that I have asteroid Achilles conjunct Vertex in my natal chart and transiting Saturn was conjunct them both on the weekend in which I injured myself and received surgery.

Blessings to you,
Anita Kuno.

Lilith Enclosure October Eighteenth to Twenty-Fifth

To find the list of each week’s positions and enclosed points for the Transiting Lilith Enclosure, just click the Transiting Lilith Enclosure tag at the bottom of each post about the transiting positions.

The positions were calculated using 0 UTC for each date on the astro.com website.

Mean Black Moon Lilith:
True Black Moon Lilith:
True South Node:

October 18th
13 Taurus 42’ 45”Rx
26 Taurus 18’ 16” Direct
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 18”
3 Gemini 58’ 32”

October 19th
11 Taurus 37’ 2”Rx
26 Taurus 19’ 6” Direct
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 19”
4 Gemini 5’ 11”

October 20th
9 Taurus 26’ 43”Rx
26 Taurus 20’ 34” Direct
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 19”
4 Gemini 11’ 50”

October 21st
7 Taurus 42’ 36”Rx
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 19”
26 Taurus 21’ 57” Direct
4 Gemini 18’ 28”

October 22nd
7 Taurus 0’ 39”Rx
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 20”
26 Taurus 22’ 37” Direct
4 Gemini 25’ 7”

October 23rd
7 Taurus 44’ 26”
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 20”
26 Taurus 22’ 12”
4 Gemini 31’ 46”

October 24th
9 Taurus 57’ 24”
26 Taurus 20’ 31”
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 20”
4 Gemini 38’ 25”

October 25th
13 Taurus 26’ 1”
26 Taurus 17’ 46”
Algol 26 Taurus 21’ 21”
4 Gemini 45’ 3”

Thanks for reading,
Anita Kuno.

Good Astrological Questions

One of the things I have learned in my life is to ask good questions. If I want to arrive at a relevant answer, I need to ask a good question. This sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it? Alas it is not used in practice as often as it might. I encourage you, dear reader, to spend some time evaluating the questions you ask and consider spending some time improving the quality of your questions. You just might find that you receive responses which have increased relevance for the task at hand.

Some examples, perhaps? Let’s say I am a student and I am uncertain how to best use my innate talents to select a career. I seek some counsel about direction for my studies. Let’s say I ask the question “What should I do with my life?” This question is very broad and does not convey the expertise the individual feels they already have (I’m good in Math, I get high marks in Art) nor does it indicate the individual’s interests (I like people, I need my own space, I like dogs). Since the question is broad and neglects pertinent information, the answer maybe too broad to be useful. A better question would be “I’m trying to decide between singing and criminology, what energy in my chart would support each choice?” This is a better question, the astrologer is not being asking to decide, simply to provide additional information for the querent to evaluate the merits of each choice. This allows the native to decide for themselves, with the goal they would make an informed decision.

My role as astrologer is not to make decisions for others, I won’t. My role is to help shed some light on events and energy patterns so that the querent is able to make an informed decision. The querent is in the driver’s seat.

Let’s take a look at another question which I saw somewhere today, “Will he hit me again?” If someone were to honestly ask me that, they would be referred to their closest police station and encouraged to file a report as well as encouraged to find accommodation elsewhere. Part of using astrology well is knowing how to apply it. Astrological energy is like the weather and the astrologer like a meteorologist, paying attention to trends and patterns is the goal. Decisions become part of the pattern evaluated. You would hardly ask a meteorologist how to ensure your personal safety so if you lack confidence in your surroundings, make decisions to secure them. Then, once safe, consult with an astrologer to investigate the question, “Why do I continue to make such poor decisions in partnerships?” This is a good question to discuss with an astrologer, given you are willing to evaluate your decision making criteria for partners. Such an interaction may lead to some empowering decisions on your part. If it does, kudos to you and congratulations on working for increased self-knowledge.

I operate from the belief that if I am unhappy with the circumstances in an area of my life, I can evaluate my role in those circumstances. I look at what I am doing to contribute to the results I am receiving. Now, sometimes I am unhappy with the results because I have not contributed enough, so not every evaluation is going to be the equivalent of a reprimand. Using astrology as a tool for honest self-evaluation enables the native to make different decisions than they are in the habit of making, with the intent of experiencing different results. The point of the process is to select experiences considered beneficial for the native as a whole and to understand the decisions that created said beneficial results.

Ask questions by all means, and evaluate the results to see how you can improve the questions you ask.

Thanks for reading,
Anita Kuno.

Current Moon Cycle October and November

I seem to be enjoying making lists of this nature, so here is one for the current Moon Cycle for October and November, 2012.

New Moon
October 15th, 2012 12:02:31 UTC
22 Libra 32’ 20”

Crescent Moon
October 18th, 2012 17:54:49 UTC
Sun @ 25 Libra 45’ 36”
Moon @ 10 Sagittarius 45’ 36”

Waxing Quarter Moon
October 22, 2012 3:31:58 UTC
Sun @ 29 Libra 8’ 30”
Moon @ 29 Capricorn 8’ 30”

Gibbous Moon
October 25th, 2012 20:17:23 UTC
Sun @ 2 Scorpio 49’ 31”
Moon @ 17 Pisces 49’ 31”

Full Moon
October 29th, 2012 19:49:27 UTC
Sun @ 6 Scorpio 47’ 52”
Moon @ 6 Taurus 47’ 52”

Disseminating Moon
November 2nd, 2012 23:30:04 UTC
Sun @ 10 Scorpio 57’ 5”
Moon @ 25 Gemini 57’ 5”

Waning Quarter Moon
November 7th, 2012 0:35:39 UTC
Sun @ 15 Scorpio 0’ 24”
Moon @ 15 Leo 0’ 24”

Balsamic Moon
November 10th, 2012 15:47:09 UTC
Sun @ 18 Scorpio 39’ 23”
Moon @ 3 Libra 39’ 23”

Thanks for reading,
Anita Kuno.

New Mexico Space Jump October Fourteenth

On Sunday October 14, 2012, Felix Baumgartner jumped from 128,097 feet free-falling for over 4 minutes on his way back to Earth.

Based upon the timing via the YouTube feed of the event that I was watching I have created the following chart for the moment of the jump. I used 12:08pm New Mexico time. If you have better information for the exact time of the jump please share it with me and I will update the chart. Wikipedia.org confirms 12:08pm MDT as the time of the jump.

The stand-out for me is the Galactic Center conjunct the horizon from Roswell, New Mexico at the time of the jump. I have to imagine that from 128,000 feet above the surface that Felix was feeling the Galactic Center from his capsule even though is was just slightly below the New Mexican horizon when he jumped.

Vesta is conjunct the Descendant on this chart and I believe this signifies the 7 million plus viewers locked to their internet devices and television sets watching the event. Vesta symbolizes focused attention, and if everyone felt like I did, there was a whole lot of focused attention experienced by others (the Descendant) at the time of the event.

The Moon is conjunct the Midheaven of this chart demonstrating the emotional impact this event had on all who witnessed it. Moon in Libra, evaluation, gave us the emotional motivation to take a look at ourselves as a group and create a new standard of evaluation. Issues of difference perhaps are not as important as they may have been 24 hours earlier, after all a human has successfully jumped from over 128,000 feet, the edge of space, what can we do as a group if we really set our minds to a goal?

I will finish with observing that Felix’s natal Neptune is conjunct the transiting North Node. What a way to expand one’s vision of oneself - a trip to the edge of space and a free fall back to Earth.

I really enjoyed witnessing this event and look forward to seeing what results from this accomplishment.

Thanks for reading,
Anita Kuno.

Balsamic Moon in Libra October Thirteenth

Social Libra is introspective during the Balsamic Moon Phase. The transiting Moon moved into Libra at 23:01:45 UTC on October 13, 2012.

During the Balsamic Moon Phase, we tie up loose ends, contemplate, catch up on sleep, meditate, conserve energy and prepare for the next cycle of growth. The New Moon takes place on Monday October 15th, 2012, so we have a bit of time to rest and reflect.

Moon in Libra is inclined towards evaluation and in the Balsamic Moon Phase we evaluate ourselves, our self-worth. How am I doing? Is my behaviour reflective of what is important to me? Am I creating situations with people that are fair for all concerned, not just to the benefit of some? How am I doing in my treatment of others? How is what I say and do regarded by others whom I care about? What can I do, as an individual, to create better interactions, interactions which are more in keeping with what is important to me personally? Balsamic Moon in Libra is supportive of these questions. We are all different people and will each arrive at our own answers, but now is a good time for all of us to consider the questions and spend some time with our thoughts, after all Libra is an Air sign.

Happy Balsamic Moon in Libra, I hope you enjoy your introspective evaluation process.

Thanks for reading,
Anita Kuno.

New Moon in Libra October Fifteenth

On October 15th, 2012 at 12:02:31 UTC the transiting Moon will be conjunct the transiting Sun for a New Moon at 22 Libra 32’ 20”.

I am beginning to see that the sign and degree of the conjunction of the Sun and the Moon (New Moon) flavours the Moon for the duration of its Cycle, the month. The 23rd degree of Libra is associated with research and travel. Chemistry, medicine and alchemy seem to be favoured topics of research, but research in any form is attributed to this degree of Libra.

I’ll be looking for themes of investigation, evaluation, journeys and persistence towards a goal in this upcoming Moon orbit round the Earth.

Personally this New Moon in Libra is conjunct my natal asteroid Lilith, so while I have been focusing most of my attention on Lilith towards the Mean and True Black Moon Lilith, the empty second focus of the Moon’s orbit, it appears that I need to spend some time understanding asteroid Lilith. This next turn should prove interesting.

Look at where the 23rd degree of Libra occurs in your chart, if there are any heavenly bodies or points close by or in aspect and also what house is activated this New Moon.

Wishing you a good New Moon in Libra,
Anita Kuno.