Back of the North Wind ~ Pluto-Mars

If you see me with my face all black, don't be frightened. If you see me flapping wings like a bat's, as big as the whole sky, don't be frightened. If you hear me raging ten times worse than Mrs. Bill, the blacksmith's wife--even if you see me looking in at people's windows like Mrs. Eve Dropper, the gardener's wife-- you must believe that I am doing my work. Nay, Diamond, if I change into a serpent or a tiger, you must not let go your hold of me, for my hand will never change in yours if you keep a good hold. If you keep a hold, you will know who I am all the time, even when you look at me and can't see me the least like the North Wind.
-George MacDonald

Though summer in the south, a strong breeze blows today. I shall call it a wind. In fact, I shall feel it as 'the north wind'. The hairs on the back of my head blow round my face, making it near impossible to look forward.
And when I turn slightly, opening a small narrow window through this hair canopy, what I glimpse is an ideaogram of _At The Back of The North Wind_.

Monday, July 13th, is a day to trust what we know. Even when the knowing confuses itself with minimized, enlarged, or contorted imagry and feeling. The two planets, Mars and Pluto, are blowin' strong. Their mingled whirlwinds create sensations that may defy yesterday's story. As well, the faces of yesterday may indeed seem changed.

Hold on. Don't let go to what you know of yesterday and what stands in back of your knowledge. If you can manage the hold, your energy becomes free to flow with the planetary winds that produce displays whose purpose serves to engage us with the flow of time.