Dear Octo-bunnies, Here are my love letters for you this month. For weeks I have sat before the facts, the planets and transitions, the rogue comets and
Sagittarius, if you have found yourself lacking strength this month. If you have, in a sense, exhausted your social graces in an effort to be invited to the table, stop looking outward. Tell me who you are again, what you want to do in this world, show me all the tools you carry with you—in you—that are more than enough to see you through.














