New Moon in Taurus Solar Eclipse ~ April 30, 2022

My April 2022 Forecast notes:

April 30 New Moon in Taurus Solar Eclipse 4:28 p.m. Eastern US time. This is a North Node eclipse, sextile Mars in Pisces and loosely conjunct revolutionary Uranus in Taurus. It’s also the traditional celebration of Beltane Eve. Venus (the Love Goddess and ruler of Taurus) also conjuncts Jupiter in Pisces, expanding the earthy, sensual connection of Beltane. Known as a Black Moon, the second New Moon in a month brings extra potent, magical energy. In the sign of the North Node on a day of very thin veils, this powerful Solar Eclipse points to our highest collective destiny and reminds us of the almost unbelievable — yet real and grounded — transforming Power of Love.

This potent eclipse occurs one day after Mercury enters his home sign of Gemini and Pluto stations retrograde in Capricorn. Lots of shifting energies! Beltane marks one of four crossquarter days when trooping faeries are said to change homes. Pluto rules the Underworld, where many faeries live in an alternate dimension, while Mercury aids communication of all sorts — including across the veils. During a Solar Eclipse on a day of already very permeable boundaries, we can expect spontaneous downloads and deep insights. Taurus expresses through sensuality and the physical realm, but these Mercury and Pluto transits encourage deeper messages to arise through touch.

The North Node tells us such messages will point in the direction of our collective destiny, and Uranus offers liberation. All this, surrounded by an air of beauty, grace, and abundance, courtesy of the Venus-Jupiter conjunction. A truly yummy, magical day!

But wait, there’s more ….

This New Moon in Taurus Solar Eclipse conjuncts Albion. Originally known as QB1, it was the very first TNO (Trans Neptunian Object) found after Pluto. Discovered in 1992, QB1 proved a theory that our solar system extends far beyond lonely Pluto. According to Benjamin Adamah:

The astrological meaning of asteroid 15760 Albion (1992 QB1): emancipation, building bridges between social groups or different times, forming substantial new connections which catalyse major Zeitgeist-changes

In 2018 it was renamed Albion after William Blake’s version of the mythical Adam Kadmon. In the creation mythology of Blake (1757-1827), Albion is the island-dwelling primordial man who divided himself into the four Zoas (Urthona, Urizen, Luvah and Tharmas), each representing important aspects of human character.

Albion by William Blake


William Blake was a poet, artist and mystic. In some ways, his work epitomizes the permeable energies of this Solar Eclipse. The image above reminds me of fire purification from traditional Beltane ceremonies. It also evokes a more jubilant version of Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man:

Vitruvian Man by Leonardo da Vinci

Blake combined art and poetry, while da Vinci integrated art and science. Both men tapped into a rare — yet somehow accessible — Genius. They reached beyond the norms of their day and brought new visions and ideas to life.

This New Moon Solar Eclipse conjunct Albion supercharges our ability to stretch beyond known limits — to expand our experience of reality by interfacing with new worlds at the edge of our fingertips, toes and all our senses. To me, this speaks to an important opportunity for human evolution. It’s not our only chance, but the sign of Taurus increases our ability to ground lightning bolts of inspiration into tangible form and function.

If this post seems abstract, drop into your body and feel what this Cosmic Conjunction holds for you. Taurus knows we can learn in many ways beyond our intellect. This potent New Moon in Taurus invites us to align with Nature, get grounded and revel in our activation. I’ll leave you with the Sabian Symbol for this Solar Eclipse, PHASE 41 (TAURUS 11°): A WOMAN WATERING FLOWERS IN HER GARDEN.

… followed by a 2012 photo that recently resurfaced in a magical way:

Laura Bruno in her very first garden

In a synchro whammy, highly charged, Cosmic Costume Designer way, the spontaneous reappearance of this 2012 photo on David’s new iPhone led me to discover and receive the dress below.:

Some people claim it’s Saturn, but I see a spaceship beaming across the starry multiverse. Sometimes “A WOMAN WATERING FLOWERS IN HER GARDEN” leads to a vast and different realm. This powerful Eclipse may be one such time.

Spring: It’s Happening

Each day brings more blooms, blossoms and hints of more to come. I always say that Fall planted bulbs are the best presents I ever give myself. Come April, nothing cheers my heart more than bright colors and infinite shades of green. Our yard this morning:

First Day at the Beach and Dunes

It feels like Spring 2022 has finally begun. Today we had a taste of Summer with a high of 84 degrees, but we’ll be back to snow flurries and rain later this week. We took the opportunity to head to Van Buren State Park on Lake Michigan. This place has lots of erosion and downed trees, but we love the changing scenery and stretch of beach for walking.

When we got there, David said, “Is it just me or are there a lot more downed trees than the last time? I suspect there have been MANY things in motion all this time of which we’re only just now seeing the signs.” That seems true on several levels! In any case, I thought I’d share some of our day:

I always find abstract art on this beach:

I also got to test my new Solbari SPF 50+ arm sleeves. These are bamboo fabric tubes that gently grip your upper arms. Thumb holes allow the sleeves to cover your hands, too. I got these for gardening, as they allow you to turn short sleeve shirts into sun protective gear. We walked along the water during peak sun hours, and I’m happy to report, these sleeves work well. So did the SPF 50+ hat. When we finished our walk, I put the sleeves in my purse. Easy, peasy. Sometimes I like having options that go beyond sunscreen. My fair Celtic skin needs all the help it can get!

For some reason, the stark contrasts of sky, sand, roots, rocks and driftwood make us both feel so alive. Another lovely day!

Happy Earth Day!

Dear Mama Earth,

Happy Earth Day!

In honor of you, I was going to write a long blog post calling for actual detoxifying, beautifying and protective solutions — not just green-washing of other agendas in the name of “sustainability.” Then I realized I painted a portal for that very thing, way back in February 2014. I’ve already reblogged it, so I’ll just link to it again here. Sorry it’s taking so long to fully unfold. May it become so!

With so much love and gratitude,


Real Life Jumpsuit Tower Jailbreak

I wrote this up for myself on Monday, after finishing the poem that began from three email subject lines on Easter Sunday. I had not planned to share this in a public way, but a client/friend/colleague emailed to share recent breakthroughs and that my San Quentin jailbreak dream had triggered her own powerful dream. She finished her message by saying, “[N]ow you can add “Mystical Quantum Dream Spawner” to your CV,😊

I told her I wasn’t surprised she had such big breakthroughs and then said:

Too cool about the San Quentin dream spawning another one for you. I feel like I liberated my creative writing self from that tower. Yesterday was WILD with synchronicities and the poem I posted today just poured out of me. I had several revisions, but all in all, it was a very quick effort. I haven’t written a poem since maybe 2017?! And before that it was 2009. There was a time when I wrote lots of poetry. 

BTW, I found the jumpsuit on Free People’s website — and ordered it — right before the initial poem lines arrived yesterday afternoon. I haven’t decided if I’ll write that up as its own post. It’s pretty funny. I realized I was dressed as Rosie the Riveter: “We can do it!” 

Then all these things unlocked.




Her response convinced me to share the story in a more detailed way. It all happened as described, but much of it unfolds like a dream. (If you haven’t read the San Quentin dream or the follow-up, it won’t make any sense at all. One other note, per dream instructions earlier in the week, I did a three-day colon cleanse from Good Friday through Easter Sunday.) Here’s what I wrote for myself:

Before my TBI I was told to “quit my job, do spiritual work, become a landscaper and write poetry.” Perhaps I’m re-entering the poetry phase.

I now wonder if my Jailbreak dream was about freeing my creative writing self. I had a weird series of events right before I saw the three back to back emails. I got dressed in my “Rosie the Riveter” inspired jumpsuit and looked up a photo of that icon just to see if I was imagining things. It usually says, “We can do it!” but for some reason, I read it as “You can do it!” The only reason I wore the jumpsuit is because I thought I might try to find and order “the right Free People jumpsuit” that freed the woman imprisoned in the tower at San Quentin.

Before ordering a Free People jumpsuit, I thought I’d wear this cheaper one I already owned, just to make sure I liked the feel and look of it. I did, so I started scrolling through the Free People website and found a jumpsuit that seemed similar to the one in my dream. I then received notification that a different Free People package had been delivered. I had just gone outside to deal with recycling and spray deer repellent on my tulips, so I knew the package had only JUST arrived. When I picked it off the mat, the package was empty!

I didn’t expect anyone to be working at Free People on Easter Sunday, but I wanted to document this situation so they wouldn’t think someone just stole it while we were away for the weekend. It looked like the bag had not sealed properly in the first place, not like someone cut into the package. I tried to do an online chat and nothing worked. Then I noticed the fact that they supposedly man their phones 24 hours per day. I thought, “It’s a long shot, but maybe they have a few people working on Easter.” I called and got through pretty fast.

I expected an argument, so I had photos of the improperly sealed, empty package, but I didn’t need them. The woman noted that it had only JUST been delivered, and she took me at my word. She arranged to send out a new item, which shipped last night. What’s especially odd is that the item that slipped out of the package was a SAFARI VEST! I guess it went on its own, uncharted journey. Somehow, this seems significant, like it symbolizes my own detour from creative writing.

I just find it wild that I ordered a Free People jumpsuit that freed the woman in my Easter Sunday dream, and then I immediately got triggered to write the first poem I’ve done in years. I used to write a lot of poetry, but I’ve written maybe one poem (in 2017 or 2018 and I can’t find it) since I finished Schizandra and the Gates of Mu in July 2009. In addition to the poem arising, I feel like I made a huge breakthrough on [another novel] plot, which screeched to a halt when Tim died in December 2017. This cleanse has been really minor on the physical level, but it appears to be removing writer’s block.


That’s the extended story. I don’t know why my dreams so often foresee clothing items or accessories that later show up in real life. Clothing is a powerful metaphor, though: identity, self-expression, creativity. Accessories, glasses — these also suggest other things. In part, I share these stories as demonstrations of how fluid reality becomes when we engage it in a playful, creative way.

I haven’t felt creatively blocked. I’ve painted lots of portals, designed a full permaculture haven, redecorated several homes, wrote guided journals and a LOT of blog posts. My intuitive and astrology readings are also highly creative acts. Yet my creative writing –in particular — has felt like it took a long detour.

In retrospect, I can see why. I’ve written several novels worth of material in the past four years. (Way beyond anything I’ve shared on this blog.) I needed to purge my own stories and bizarre details in order to do creative writing from a place that allows for full expression. No need to get hung up on what did or did not “really” happen. Having fully engaged my own life history and material, I won’t need to explore that through fiction and poetry. I can write what I’m meant to write, unclouded by a need to understand it through my own personal lens.

The creative process is non-linear. It varies from person to person, but some things coincide. I share my own unfolding to inspire others to relax but stick with it. To quote my Dream Guys: “In perfect love and perfect trust, perfect timing is a must.”

Divine Matrix

NOTE: Email subscribers received the first version of this post on Easter. It somehow backdated itself to five days BEFORE Easter and sent itself back to April 12 at 12:12 a.m. The original post had a different title: “When Subject Lines Turn into Poems.” I immediately switched the post back to draft, but the emails had already arrived in people’s inboxes with a timestamp of Easter Sunday.

This is not the first time a blog post has posted itself. It is, however, the first time a blog post retroactively posted itself. The accompanying synchronicities dealt with precognition, so sending the message back through time added yet another layer to those syncs. The message went back to April 12, the date of the first exact Jupiter-Neptune Conjunction in Pisces since 1856. Curiouser and curiouser!

This occurred on Easter Sunday amidst a flurry of synchronicities with somewhat profound implications. On Easter Sunday, three emails came through back to back. I read their Subject lines — in order — and found a poem:

do geese see God?
Is Our Death Fixed?
very silly

The second version of this post ended here, and I scheduled it to post on Tuesday, April 19. As soon as I did that, I got deluged with song lyrics and even more synchronicities. So many syncs came through that I needed to walk away from my laptop, but the syncs continued. I awoke at 3:15 a.m. with the a mish mash of song lyrics and directions to expand the poem. Here’s what came through:

Divine Matrix

Do geese see God?
Is Our Death Fixed?
very silly
when the end comes I’ll know
’cause I’m just —

A Moment.
goes on

without me

Happy Easter!

This dream feels collective, so I’ll share it here:

Easter Sunday

A woman was imprisoned in a tower in San Quentin. I kept trying to negotiate her release.

I called the head guard, and he said, “It’s San Quentin. You don’t just waltz outta San Quentin. It doesn’t work that way.”

After many unsuccessful calls, I realized if I brought the prisoner the right jumpsuit, the tower would evaporate, and we would swim home. I searched and searched for the right jumpsuit, and it was a Free People jumpsuit. If I packed it in a picnic basket with some sandwiches, I could take it to her.

I passed the head guard and brought the basket to the woman. When she put on her new jumpsuit, everything changed and we were free.

Bible calendar: “The Lord bless thee, and keep thee: the Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.” ~ Numbers 6:24-26

“Jailbreak” — what a perfect dream for Easter Sunday!

END of dream journal.

There’s so much symbolism in this one little dream. Unpacking it would take a long time, so I’ll leave it in encapsulated form. Perhaps it speaks to you, as well.

More Signs of Spring

The winds of change are blowing strong, and early flowers bob and whirl their colors around the yard. Here are a few recent photos, including hints of cherry blossoms, hellebores (thank you, Karen!), early giant hyacinths, Siberian squill, forsythia and the first daffodil to bloom. Enjoy!

Siberian squill

Many seeds I planted outside on Spring Equinox finally have sprouts. I also started some less hardy crops indoors on the weekend. They’re sprouting, too. In these early days of Spring little signs of life inspire faith in those larger winds of change. All these flowers also feed early pollinators in search of a yard. 🙂

Full Moon in Libra ~ April 16, 2022

My April 2022 Forecast shared:

April 16 Full Moon in Libra, 2:54 p.m. Eastern US time. Also known as the Wind Moon, this Full Moon could portend “a change in the wind.” Pluto in Capricorn squares the Sun and Moon, adding depth and a shadow element to the axis of cooperation and partnership (Libra) vs. self-interest and leadership (Aries). How do power struggles, subconscious patterns and corruption disrupt peace and personal sovereignty? How might art, song and/or poetry help to transcend such friction and move into a more beautiful co-creation?

According to Dane Rudhyar, the Sabian Symbol for this Full Moon is:


KEYNOTE: A consciousness able to transcend the conflicts and pressures of the personal life.

This picture symbolizes the capacity, latent in every individual, to contemplate the stress of existence in our world of duality from a higher level. Through the use of his mind, backed by the efforts and struggles of past generations and the cooperation of other men, the individual can gain a new perspective on human problems and reach freedom and peace in a supernal realm of being.

This second stage symbol contrasts with the first, for while the first dealt with the cooperation between polarized energies, this one introduces us to the realm of unity beyond polarity. It is a stage of TRANSCENDENT REALIZATION.

This description of the Wind Moon reminds me of an old Irish blessing:

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand

The polarization of our current world is obvious. Between algorithms and “reality tunnels,” we see very few crossovers among people who disagree with one another. The Sabian Symbol for this Full Moon point reminds us that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. An alchemical process allows us to transmute and thus transcend the current polarization. We can invite blessings and benediction into our lives and world.

But God remembered Noah and all the beasts and all the cattle that were with him in the ark; and God caused a wind to pass over the earth, and the water subsided. ~ Genesis 8:1

As creators ourselves, we tap into the Divine Power of Creation. When we align ourselves with that life force energy, the winds of change begin to blow. Expect miracles. They are everywhere.

Dream “Vision” Manifestation

On March 30, I sent the following as an email to my friend Ann Kreilkamp, who enjoys hearing some of my bizarre local encounters. For some reason I feel nudged to share it here, too:

I just had a fun little adventure you might like. A month or so ago I dreamed about finding and being urged to buy a pair of green metal framed glasses. I wondered if these would show up in waking life, because my dreams seem to show me certain pieces of clothing that later appear. Well, I got a nudge to go to Rx Optical today and refill our glasses cleaner spray. I also thought I’d look for the green metal framed glasses there. I looked around, and they had nothing like that, so I asked, “You don’t, by chance, have any green metal framed glasses, do you?”

She about fell out of her chair, got up, and said, “Wait a minute.” She returned with a pair and said, “These JUST came in. I mean JUST. We don’t even have a price tag on them yet.”

I tried them on, and they fit perfectly. They looked exactly like my dream glasses, so I bought them. We had a somewhat extended conversation about dreams since I was the third person to tell her my dream today. 

Also, it was my first time wearing a new raincoat, because it’s pouring outside and the right temperature for a raincoat. I have tried to find the right raincoat since 2012 because the one I had was kind of short on me, I had lost the belt and it was too tight in the shoulders. I couldn’t find anything I liked as well, until two weeks ago, this coat appeared for just long enough for me to purchase it online. By the time I finished it was no longer available. 

While I sat waiting to pay for the new glasses, one of the doctors there — a super funky black woman with awesome braids — came out and said, “I LOVE your raincoat.” She waxed rhapsodic about it for several minutes, and I said, “Thank you. It was a ten year search. Seriously. I finally found it.” 

Then another woman who was trying on glasses and the person helping her got super interested in the glasses I was wearing. I said, “Thank you, but these are the ones I came in wearing, not the dream glasses.” I thought they had overheard the conversation and that this is why they started talking with me. Nope! I needed to explain the story again and then the other associate said, “Well, let’s see them!”

So I put them on, and she said, “The vibe, the vibe! I love the vibe. They’re the perfect vibe.”

Anyway, it was a rainy manifestation adventure. The other odd thing is that the dream with the green glasses frames featured a house quite similar to the house in a movie we started watching last night. The movie is called Blithe Spirit [the 2020 version]. I had planned to refill the glasses cleaner yesterday but got the sense to “Wait.” Today, I got a “Go,” so I went. The timing not only checked out that the frames had just arrived — they would not have been there yesterday — but also matched up with the house in the movie similar to the house that was almost its own character in my dream.

Here’s the raincoat in case you wondered:

LOL, this is how I do “service” in Kalamazoo. I show up in stores or at the chiropractor or doctor’s office with some kind of weird psychic unfolding that generates odd conversations. Kinda fun — if someone needs to do this kind of “work,” I’m game. 🙂

Wow, I just reread my green frame glasses dream, and it even had a lot of the plot of last night’s movie!

[End of the email to Ann.]

Also, in the dream, the people at the dream optician place kept effusively fawning over me like they did in the real life shop. Apparently, I had written highly successful novels and was a household name, but very down to earth.

Within the 2/23/2022 dream, I laughed when our financial advisor asked if I could use a new pair of glasses. “I have SO many frames. The last thing I need is another pair of glasses!” Yet he insisted I should look at frames, said they would have something for me and strongly advised me to get them. When you routinely have precognitive dreams, and your financial advisor tells you in a dream to do something, it’s wise to pay attention!

In the dream, these particular frames came in two colors — the green I ended up purchasing and a deep maroon. The woman who sold me the glasses in waking life said that she had tried on the maroon pair right when they arrived earlier that day. She said they didn’t suit her face, but the color would have matched her hair. We agreed that the green ones were for me, and we spoke more about the power of dreams.

Well, my new glasses arrived. This is not a glamour shot, LOL! It’s a no makeup, just got out of the shower after a full week of sessions shot, but you can see the Harry Potter-esque frames. They look exactly like the frames in the dream. I’m curious what else they’ll bring into my life.