"Cool, clear, water."

The Lovely Carla tells me this morning, that according to the Witches' Almanac, this is a "water" year. Well, yes, as above, so below. I'm feeling quite soggy myself. In fact, the both of us are kind of "out to sea." Floating on the U.S.S. Transition. No time for panic. Supposedly this is a good time to let go of ego. On the one hand, "ego" is a way to hold things together. It's a bulwark against the infinite sea, but maybe without falling apart, one can let go, and kind of merge with the molecules. At least, that's one line of thought. So, yes, water. Gets you wet. It's refreshing too. Plus, it's what we contain, we're containers of water. It permeates our beings. Why fight it? It's time to take a big gulp of air, jump in the pool with both feet and kind of drift on down to the deep end. That's where the monsters hang out.