I was watching the England match last night when one of the commentators said that the players simply had to keep doing the right things, and eventually they would get a result. And, in the end, they did. It made me think that perhaps life ought to work in much the same way. If we keep doing the right things, surely we should eventually arrive somewhere close to the life we want. But how many of us manage to do that consistently?

Myths have always been with us, from the ancient Greeks, the Norse saga, and Christianity itself. They offer a powerful way for us to understand life, and to create better lives for ourselves.

**Astrology Friday: The Gathering of the Gods** explores this week's planetary transits through the lens of mythology, Jungian psychology and symbolic astrology. Rather than predicting events, it imagines the planets as a family of ancient gods whose relationships mirror the different voices within our own lives. A reflective invitation to explore meaning, balance and the stories unfolding both in the heavens and within ourselves.

Today is Midsummer — the longest day and the turning of the year. In this gentle Sunday Reflection, Lucy Singingwolf invites you to pause, step into the light, and consider what in your life is blooming now, and what quiet hopes are waiting to unfold.

A gentle exploration of tarot, astrology, dreams, and inner imagery for personal growth. This is part of an ongoing series exploring symbols and archetypes of the unconscious mind.

We move through the week so easily that we rarely stop to notice the names we give to our days. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…They feel ordinary, worn smooth by use. And yet, beneath them, something very old still lives.

I’ve been thinking about Vipassana meditation. That old Buddhist practice of simply observing: breath, body, sensation, thought. Not trying to change anything. Not striving. Just noticing what is here.

Have you ever wondered where the names of the planets really come from?

There is a thought that has stayed with me for some time. That astrology may have begun not as prediction, but as poetry . Long before telescopes or scientific models, people looked up at the night sky and saw something extraordinary. The planets moved. The stars returned in their seasons. The Moon waxed and waned with quiet regularity. But more than that — it all seemed to mean something . In ancient Mesopotamia, the earliest astrologers began to record the movements of the

So, one begins to wonder: how much more historically “true” is one religion than another? Egyptian religion, Greek religion, the traditions of Mesopotamia — all of them were once held with deep conviction by people who felt they knew the gods. Perhaps all religions, at least in part, are shaped by human attempts to understand something larger than ourselves.

In my meditation this morning, I was thinking of the kabbalistic sphere of Yesod, where we experience a descent into the Underworld — the place of dreams and vision. I know of two ways of doing this: to visit the Greek Persephone and Hades in their kingdom of the afterlife; or to descend with the Mesopotamian Inanna to a confrontation with her sister, Erishkagal, queen of the underworld. I felt I wanted some other ideas; and I found myself thinking of the biblical story from

I suppose it was inevitable that my writing would drift towards the mysterious and the romantic — I’ve always had a soft spot for both. Even when I was younger, I loved stories that sent a little shiver down the spine: old houses with secrets, echoes from the past, mysterious letters, and the feeling that something unseen might be standing just behind you. At the same time, I’ve always been drawn to love stories — not just the happy-ever-after kind, but the deep, complex ones

The Healing Power of Animals There are few things in life as centring as the quiet presence of an animal. This morning, as I walked with Harley and Heidi through the soft gold of early autumn light, I was reminded again of just how deeply they help to steady me. The rhythm of paws on grass, the easy wag of tails, and the occasional glance back to check that I’m keeping up — it all slows my breath and returns me to the simple heartbeat of the moment. Animals have always been p

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I've been fascinated with reading most of my life, and also with producing some of my own stories. This is a little piece about some of my earlier attempts!

I’ve always been a reader. As far back as I can remember, I’ve had a book in my hand, or at the very least something to read in front of...