The Moon is almost gone now, a hairline of light swallowed by the dawn, slipping into Scorpio to meet the Sun. This oracle is the voice of the season’s turning: the leaves letting go of the branch, the field lying bare after harvest, the breath fully exhaled before the next one comes.
Releasing is part of every natural cycle. Trees do not cling to their leaves in November; they let them fall, and their roots grow stronger for it. We, too, are meant to have seasons of keeping and seasons of letting go.
It is Saturn’s day, and Saturn is the lord of time and seasons. He reminds us that endings are not mistakes. They are simply the turning of the year.