Category: My Journal

Today marks another trip around the sun for me, and as an October Scorpio, I’ve been reflecting on what makes our energy so distinctly different from our November Scorpio siblings. While we share the same intense, magnetic sign, the cosmic timing of our births creates two very different expressions of Scorpio power.

The Dual Rulership: Mars and Pluto
Scorpio is unique in that it’s ruled by two powerful planets: Mars, the ancient ruler, and Pluto, the modern ruler. But here’s where October and November Scorpios diverge. Those of us born in October carry more of Mars’ fierce, warrior-like energy. We’re the first-decan Scorpios, and that Martian influence makes us quick to react, ready to strike, and always prepared to take immediate action.

Mars gives us that signature fire in our veins. We don’t just feel intensely, we move intensely. When something triggers our passion or our protective instincts, we respond with lightning speed. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. We see what needs to be done, and we do it.

November Scorpios, on the other hand, lean more heavily into Pluto’s transformative, mysterious energy. They’re the strategists, the ones who play the long game. While we’re charging forward, they’re planning ten moves ahead, working in the shadows to orchestrate deep, lasting change.

We live in an age of optimization. Our homes are curated for function, flow, and aesthetic cohesion. Marie Kondo taught us to keep only what sparks joy. Minimalism tells us less is more. Every lifestyle influencer has a system, a method, a five-step process for making your space “work better.”

And yet, I’m here to argue for the opposite: You need at least one object in your home that makes absolutely no logical sense.

Not something quirky-but-practical. Not a conversation starter that you can explain away. I mean something truly, wonderfully, stubbornly illogical. Something that violates every principle of good design and sensible living. Something that exists simply because it exists, and for no other reason.

Why You Need the Illogical
It Keeps You Human
When everything in your life has a purpose, you start to feel like a machine. The coffee maker makes coffee. The meditation cushion facilitates mindfulness. The art on the wall “ties the room together.” But humans aren’t efficient. We’re gloriously, messily irrational creatures who fall in love with things for reasons we can’t articulate.

Your body is a map of your soul’s journey. Every scar tells a story, every freckle holds meaning, and those seemingly random beauty marks and birthmarks? They’re anything but random. Across cultures and throughout history, the marks we’re born with have been seen as signs, symbols, and messages. From past lives, from the divine, from our own spirit choosing where to place reminders of who we are and what we came here to do.

In the witch trials of Europe and colonial America, officials searched accused witches for unusual marks, believing these were signs of demonic pacts or places where familiars suckled. While that dark history speaks to fear and persecution, it also acknowledges something our ancestors understood – the body bears witness to the spiritual.

Modern witches and spiritual practitioners have reclaimed this knowledge, reading birthmarks and beauty marks not as signs of evil, but as sacred texts written on skin, soul signatures, karmic markers, and spiritual fingerprints left by our higher selves.

Let’s explore what your marks might be telling you.

Face: The Window to Your Soul’s Purpose
Forehead

Deep in the woodlands of Fife, just minutes from the ancient city of St Andrews, lies a place where the veil between worlds grows thin. Hidden behind Dunino church sits an ancient pre-Christian holy site featuring an altar stone, a sacred well, and carved footprints etched into rock overlooking a stream. This is Dunino Den. A place where time layers upon itself, where ancient kings may have been crowned, where druids once performed their mysteries, and where modern pilgrims still leave offerings for spirits that have never left.

Descending Into Sacred Space
A narrow, winding set of stone steps carved into the rocks lead down into the den, pulling visitors deeper into the wooded ravine. These aren’t modern stairs. They’re worn smooth by countless feet over potentially thousands of years, each step a descent not just into geography but into history itself.

As you descend, the mundane world falls away. The canopy closes overhead. The sound of the Kinaldy Burn rushing below fills your ears. And suddenly, you’re standing before something that defies easy explanation. Massive rock faces covered in symbols, some ancient, some modern, all speaking to the same impulse – the need to mark sacred space, to communicate with what dwells beyond the visible.

Life is full of tiny magical moments. Fleeting instances when the universe seems to pause and invite us to dream a little bigger. These are the moments when wishes feel possible, when hope takes flight on a whisper or a flutter of wings. From childhood traditions passed down through generations to spontaneous moments of wonder, the art of wish-making transforms ordinary experiences into something extraordinary.

The Classic Wish-Makers
Some wish-making traditions are so beloved they’ve become universal. The birthday candle stands as perhaps the most famous. That single moment when you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and blow out the flames while your heart holds tight to a secret hope. There’s something deeply satisfying about the ritual: the gathering of loved ones, the anticipation, and that magical puff of breath that sends your wish into the world.

Shooting stars have captivated wish-makers for millennia. These celestial messengers streak across the night sky for just a few seconds, but