#firstfullmoon

That quiet knowing in your heart? Under tonight’s full moon, it’s ready to be heard. 🌕🏮

You don’t have to navigate the year ahead by guesswork. Let the ancient wisdom of #ZiWeiDouShu light the way. This is your invitation to trade uncertainty for calm confidence.

The 15% discount is available now, but it fades with the moon on March 3. Don't let this opportunity for deep alignment pass you by.

🏮 Happy Lantern Festival! 🌕

The first full moon of the year glows softly above us, a quiet symbol of completion and new intention. It is a night for returning to center, for letting light clarify what the heart already knows.

In honor of this luminous evening, I am offering 15% off (a regular $98) a Purple Star Astrology reading through March 3. A gentle way to begin the year with deeper awareness and steady direction.

May your path be illuminated with calm confidence, and may what is meant for you unfold in its own perfect timing.

hi pauline!

ما بيفهم كيف صار يشبه بيُّه وبعدُه بكل شي بيضيع

(Confused that the man in the mirror has come to look like his father, though still lost)

or

بيرقص بالسهرة لحالو

(كأنه اللحن على الراديو كأنه اللحن على الراديو)

بيسأل اللحن على راديو

(إن كان بعده بحب نفسه إن بعده راضي بنفسه)

(At night he dances alone (as though the machine were a radio)

hii!! ofc, here it is

I'm so glad you like them! thanks for checking them out; I've loved reading the poems you recommended xx

11. a poem that reflects your view on life

answered here x

14. your favourite poem

it's so hard to choose a favourite, but "mastery" by carl phillips is undoubtedly one of them

That much, still,  is true, isn’t it?—the horse  comes first? then you do?

20. a poem about your favourite season

"october" by louise glück

The light has changed; middle C is tuned darker now. And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed.

This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring. The light of autumn: you will not be spared.

+ "i'm going back to minnesota where sadness makes sense" by danez smith

(not so much about a season as the absence of them)

o California, don’t you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for her? i’m over the ocean

i stood at its lip, dressed in down, praying for snow. i know, i’m strange, too much light makes me nervous

at least in this land where the trees always bear green. i know something that doesn’t die can’t be beautiful.