Time Sensitive Wisdom for the end of 2025
shed your snake skin before getting back on the horse
I feel the promise of next year’s fire horse energy already trying to goad me into a “friendly” race, yet we haven’t completed the primal descent of the snake magic, folks. I’m feeling vigilant and protective with my time, (more than usual) like December has been scheduled for months now, and it’s all I can do to keep elbowing back the frenzy just to breathe.
Next years’ looming Saturn/Neptune conjunction in Aries winks at me with playful sass but as I wrench myself from the hype-trance I remember that we’re still dismantling our reality at 29 degrees Pisces, people!
When I was little, I was ready to be an adult, now. I’m done with the little kid stuff, let’s get to the homework! Until I got homework, then I was like, actually I’ll be in my treehouse.
It’s December 11. We’re still in Mystic Snake Shedding territory, but if we’re too anxious to “get on with it” we will miss the critical, final part of this belly-on-the-Earth slowness asking us to do the work and let our old selves die.
You don’t want to arrive at the next phase with a bit of old skin still dangling off your back, do you?
How embarrassing.
I recently read somewhere on substack that you’ll never feel “ready”
because “ready” isn’t a feeling.
It’s a decision. Being ready is a decision. Breathe that in.
Are you ready to decide you’re ready, even if you don’t feel like it?
With all the upgrades, downshifts, rewrites and Almighty holy shits 2025 has been slinging at us, you’d think we’d be ready for some decompression, downtime and integration but nooooooo- that’s not how we do December in THIS country!
At the risk of being redundant, I’m going to say something I’ve often said before.
Because the Divine Timing is just too loud, the themes too vivid, and the symbols are too obvious not to. (And I want you to win the Horse Race.)
This December 19, 20 and 21, (new moon conjunct Galactic Center & Capricorn Solstice)
I invite you to take some space for yourself to feeeeeeeel.
A few ideas:
Create a quiet moment, light a candle. Take a salt bath. Write down the dreams for your life, your human family, for Gaia. Ask for guidance. Be honest about what can’t come with you. What is working? What’s not? Divine, channel, be in stillness. Take a vow of silence for 24 hours. Sit under a tree until it speaks to you. Ask your houseplants & pets what they want you to know. Walk barefoot on the ground. Write down everything you can possibly be grateful for, then write how good it feels to receive what you want to experience as if it’s already happening.
Here’s the deal. Next year’s Horse will bust out of the gate whether you’re feeling “ready” or not… and I’d hate to see too much of that old, crusty skin clinging to your backend while I cheer you on from my treehouse.




This landed like a holy exhale—permission to stop white-knuckling toward the future and instead sink into the dark, fertile ground of what's actually ending. Thank you for this fierce and tender insistence that we honor the death before we chase the dawn.