Author: Jo Tracey

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: A Horary of sorts

He loves me, he loves me not.
Remember the innocent days when you could work it out just by pulling the petals off a daisy flower…and then get another flower if you didn’t like the answer you originally got… and then another…
My friend (no nam…

An Invitation to Romance

I’m not normally one for poetry, but I read this today on Sarah Wilsons’ website and thought I would share it too. It comes from Oriah and is quite simply beautiful. I love all of it…every last line.
In the spirit of Mercury in Leo, this is a…

Darling, you were fabulous!

Thou goatish rump-fed strumpet!
I was having some fun on Facebook the other day with Shakespearian insults. Lines like the above or this one:
Thy lips rot off!
Or even:
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
I could amuse myself with these for ages, bu…

Just how many cookbooks are too many?

There is this bookshop in Gertrude Street, Fitzroy, Melbourne (the Smith St end of Fitzroy) that is jam packed to the ceiling and piled on the floor full of cook books. It is aptly named Books For Cooks…and after today I am possibly ready to give…

Eclipses, Magic 8 Balls and Domestic Divadom

My Scorpio hubby has Venus at 10 Libra (yes, I know he his Venus is currently being paid an extended visit from Saturn…but I haven’t told him that, so this is our little secret…) and his Moon at 9 Gemini. At 6.54pm on Friday evening (Sydney time)…

Your Career & the Cosmos: High Tide

Cancer has the worries of the world on her shoulders, so where do those worries go when it all gets too much? Straight to the tummy of course… So, how does Cancer cope with stress when the tides of life get a tad too high? My latest post for astr…