The Bells of the Stone Chapel — A Day When Old Walls Listen and New Voices Rise
In the honeyed hush before Sunday’s bells, the village breathes beneath a sky rippling with cloud-script and expectant light. Children chase their shadows across dew-damp grass, while elders lean in doorways, cradling mugs and secrets. The air is thick with stories: some sung softly to sleeping dogs, some waiting behind oak doors for a knock that might never come. Today, the world turns on its axis of memory and invention—every cobblestone trembles with possibility.
Morning
As the Waxing Crescent Moon in Sagittarius dances with Neptune square Moon, dreams shimmer just beyond reach; hearts yearn for answers but must sift illusion from truth.
Afternoon
Grand Trine & Kite (Jupiter trine Mercury & Saturn; Mercury opposition Uranus) sweep through parlors and fields—a wind of clever words and wild ideas, urging you to gather allies for bold plans or gentle revolutions.
Evening
Moon slips into Capricorn as dusk settles; vision finds its shape in careful hands—intentions are chiseled into stone by steady resolve.
Advice
Good for: Planting seeds of collaboration 🤝, writing letters that bridge old feuds ✍️, sketching blueprints for future harvests 🌱.
Bad for: Chasing mirages 🚫 or clinging to yesterday’s certainty when new voices call.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day.”
— Dylan Thomas
Thomas was a storm-tossed poet whose words rang out like chapel bells at midnight—ferocious in love for life’s wild beauty and stubborn hope.
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