I imagine that some of my aroma-friends may have been surprised at my ferocity in fighting for what I’ve believed in through this election. Most might associate me with a rather gentler disposition, since this is not the side I often choose for social media to reveal! One who knows me better however, remarked with a wink emoji, that it’s the Cancerian side the oils people know, but it really is often my Aries rising that’s running the show.

Despite that astute perception, this moon child grows weary of playing host to Eris, the goddess of strife.

This morning, as I sip my chamomile, I vacillate from being she, who agrees that commotion might be rather unsavoury behaviour for someone calling themself a healer, to feeling Artemis’ bow still weigh heavy in my hand.

I’d argue that activism is sometimes what separates “insta-priestesses” from “guard bees”. I believe…