We stood at the top of the hill at high noon. The sun beat down, casting shadows under brows, noses and necks. I glanced sideways at the angle of your jaw bone thrust forward with confidence. Hands on hips, chest swollen with energy, somewhere between potential and kinetic. Your eyes were big, bright beginnings containing a polished and proud libido. You turned to me and quoted Jane Austen, “Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.” A flash of a grin and you took off down the hill as if the grass were made of fire. Stop wasn’t in your vocabulary but you whooped as you dropped and rolled.

Welcome to Aries season rams. Welcome to intense AF. Welcome to me first, but not you second. Welcome to power plays with yourself in which you always win. Welcome to creation, to birth, to jumping in, to challenges, to awakenings. The sky is alive with the sounds, sights, and scents of fire. This week, the Ace of Wands guides you through the flames so you don’t get caught in the smoke.

Create furiously. Write down impossible ideas. Cross out the “im” and replace it with I AM: Confident, but not arrogant. Curious, but focused. Lit up, but not explosive. Moving on from whats broken, but exploring spaces that can be repurposed. Attentive to joy rather than fear. A warrior goddess that fights for herself and not against anyone or anything else. New, complete, and content with the wisdom of innocence, and the perspective of a powerful pioneer.