Pluto retrograde turns the soil of the soul—revealing what was hidden, healing what was buried, and stripping away what we’ve outgrown.

My Pluto Retrograde — Aha.

The underworld churn,
the cosmic whisper:
it’s time to meet yourself again.

Pluto is currently retrograde
and goes direct on my birthday,
October 13 —
how poetic.

This winter held me in ways I didn’t expect.
When I signed up for Jenneral Wellness Astro Pocket offering,
I thought I was just investing in building my online space —
but Spirit had other plans.
That container held me.
It guided me deeper into the truth of my 4th house,
where Pluto in Aquarius now begins its long, slow work.

I needed that space.
I needed to be held.
Because this winter, with Charlotte’s health struggles,
I didn’t just hold her —
I was learning how to hold myself.

Last night, on my ride,
I felt the cycles Pluto has carried me through —
how it’s moved through my 12th house,
the realm of the hidden, the subconscious, the soul’s undoing.

And now,
even at the dawn of Pluto in Aquarius,
I already feel
how this will awaken
my crone journey.

✨ Pluto in Libra — my maiden journey.
✨ Pluto in Capricorn — my mother journey.

My motherhood journey began
with a Capricorn sun, Capricorn moon child —
he arrived as a karmic echo,
a soul contract,
awakening my Capricorn moon,
ushering me straight into
the fire of motherhood,
into the long, slow work
of becoming.

And now,
Pluto in Aquarius opens the next chapter:
the crone journey.

The next 19 years
will be a dance
with depth,
with truth,
with release.

Tonight, on my ride,
I felt it land in me:
the way I learn through my children
shapes how I care for my community.

Charlotte’s suffering this winter
became a sacred mirror.
It reminded me:
real healing
sometimes requires suffering.
It asks for presence,
patience,
stillness.
It asks us to stay,
not fix.

By tending to her,
I remembered:
my children watch me.
They learn how to care for themselves
by witnessing
how I care for myself.

HEALTH IS WEALTH.
Not just theirs,
but mine.
Not just in the body,
but in the spirit,
the soul,
the life-force I carry
into every room,
every circle,
every offering.

Pluto in Aquarius awakens the crone —
the one who has seen it all,
who no longer clings,
who no longer explains,
who releases what no longer serves,
and walks the deeper, truer path,
even if it means walking alone.

Now, as the outdoor season blooms,
I rise with it —
ready to ride,
ready to bloom,
ready to walk alongside
the bad bitches,
the wild ones,
the witches,
the wise women.

Because in the end,
what matters?
How we carry the gifts
we were given,
and how we pour them
back into the world.

I choose my healing.
I honour my path.
I walk forward,
faithful and free. 

❤️