November is the month of darkness. It begins with celebrations of the dead–a time when we’re allowed to open ourselves up to grief and sink into the hard things about being a human. At the end of October, a New Moon eclipse in Scorpio welcomed the new astrological season. Now, as we move through Scorpio and into Sagittarius, we’re shadowed by the energy of that eclipse.
Read MoreAs autumn begins, a shifting wind blows into through the stars. This month will bring with it a much-needed reprieve from the intense astrology of September. The summer’s Saturn and Pluto retrogrades are wrapping up, as is last month’s Mercury retrograde. The crisp fall air is inviting in a chance for restfulness and reprieve that will cool off anxiety and ease our bodies into the slowness of winter.
Read MoreThis month guides us out of summer and into autumn, a time of transition and deep change. September’s astrology will push and pull us and, ultimately, it will humble us. The next few weeks might be filled with more questions than answers while Virgo and Libra ask us to find some serenity and equilibrium in the midst of it all.
Read MoreJuly marks the halfway point in the year, the fold that separates the growing light from the gathering darkness. Now that we’re past the Summer Solstice, the days will get shorter. But before they do, we have a whole summer of warmth and sunshine to enjoy. July’s astrology is supportive and steadfast. There’s a lot of structure in the stars and that means there’s a little more certainty and a sense of safety that’s available to us if we know where to look for it.
Read MoreThe granddaughter of famous First Nations activist Dorothy Maquabeak Francis reflects on intergenerational trauma, racism in policing, and relationship-building. It’s 35 below freezing in Edmonton, as a 27-year-old RCMP officer and Cree woman sits with her face pressed to the chilled window glass of her patrol car. Above her, ribbons of jade light— the Aurora Borealis—move like silk across the obsidian night sky.
Read MoreA series of three poems by Harrison Wade, including: September 1 for Sarah, And then One Day we Stopped, and Old Leo Tolstoy’s Picture. Featuring an illustration by Pamella (Olive) Pinard.
Read Morei saw manchester when i closed my eyes: velvet sofas, drowning bluffs, a sunset clouded by emotions.
i’m no stranger to stumbling down unfamiliar streets and daydreaming at midnight. it’s become a haven.
at 16, i was all knowing, no worship.
i studied god at the bottom of my glass and said my prayers between each panting breath. maybe i look back too often, i’m not sure.
Read MoreFlipping through my old Blackberry photos from 2011, the one from high school, I found photos of at-home dye jobs that left the blondes—myself included—brassy, the brunettes closer to red. I smiled at how young we looked, frolicking in the freedom from ourselves that we found in plastic bottles of Smirnoff vodka. With alcohol we acted older than we were, escaping our teenage selves and emerging fearless. Later, we hid behind it: I didn’t mean it, I was just drunk. Our eyeshadow unblended, our foundation a tone off our skin colour, our crop tops and skirts hardly covering our bodies. We were gloriously unburdened.
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