We welcome this new moon in Aries marking a rebirth cycle for us all. As we set our intentions of expansion, we are asked to revise our life purpose. We are honoring our path by choosing wisely all our relationships. The vibration and energy behind this moon is very creative and empowering. As we set healthy boundaries, exploring life’s possibilities, we must be conscious with our intentions and actions. We have the power to manifest the life we want, by clearing our heart’s and asking the universe for clarity. We will receive messages and gifts for us to surrender the fear, which limits are growth. Feel the life force, the fire rise in us, initiating action. This brave energy will allow us to launch new projects. A wild spirit is being activated, with confidence allowing us to pursue our dreams, focusing on success. A time to be emotionally honest, much is becoming clear to us know. Our inner channels are open, enabling us to speak from the heart. Profound insights and empowerment await our journey. The unexpressed holds the most powerful potential and important tools for transformation. Our limiting beliefs, judgements, sabotages our progress and is holding us back. This electrifying force will ignite innovative movement. Discharge any unwanted energy through physical activity. Find the balance between freedom and connection, our ability to adjust in these changing times will be an essential tool to stay healthy. We will feel drained if we get stuck in self pity.


Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
water that is air, air that is time,
the day is still leaving,
the night has yet to arrive,
figurations of mist
at the turn of the corner,
figurations of time
at the bend in this pause,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
without listening, hear what I say
with eyes open inward, asleep
with all five senses awake,
it’s raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,
air and water, words with no weight:
what we are and are,
the days and years, this moment,
weightless time and heavy sorrow,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
wet asphalt is shining,
steam rises and walks away,
night unfolds and looks at me,
you are you and your body of steam,
you and your face of night,
you and your hair, unhurried lightning,
you cross the street and enter my forehead,
footsteps of water across my eyes,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
the asphalt’s shining, you cross the street,
it is the mist, wandering in the night,
it is the night, asleep in your bed,
it is the surge of waves in your breath,
your fingers of water dampen my forehead,
your fingers of flame burn my eyes,
your fingers of air open eyelids of time,
a spring of visions and resurrections,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
the years go by, the moments return,
do you hear the footsteps in the next room?
not here, not there: you hear them
in another time that is now,
listen to the footsteps of time,
inventor of places with no weight, nowhere,
listen to the rain running over the terrace,
the night is now more night in the grove,
lightning has nestled among the leaves,
a restless garden adrift-go in,
your shadow covers this page.
Poem by Octavio Paz

Photographs by Manuel Alvarez Bravo