Stewardship & the Return to True Nature

A journal from the forest and the stars

As the echoes of eclipse season linger—Virgo’s earthy precision, Aries’ fiery initiation, Libra’s recalibration—we stand in the threshold of something subtle yet powerful: a return.

These aren’t just celestial events. They’re archetypal energies moving through the body, the heart, and the field. They’re not asking to be understood. They’re asking to be embodied.

True harmony may not lie in keeping the peace,
but in the fierce clarity of living in alignment with one’s own truth.

The Feminine Rising: Voice, Desire & Devotion

Venus is ascending now, emerging from her 40-day underworld passage through Aries and Pisces. She returns covered in stardust and saltwater—tender, fierce, unapologetic.

The feminine voice rises—not in polished perfection, but in raw, creative truth. No longer hiding her longing or her widom. No longer betraying herself to be digestible.

Mercury, freshly direct after his retrograde, travels with her. Together, they tell a story of reclamation.
A story of voice. Of truth.
Of no longer waiting for permission to be real.

Saturn offers structure.
The North Node pulls the path into focus.
The cosmic pattern whispers:

This is not the time to shrink your compassion. This is the time to expand the heart.

Listening to the Land: A Walk Through the Gulch

Today we walked into the gulch.
We’re staying in a remote corner of Huelo, deep Haiku Maui. Way down at the end of the road.

To get here, you drive down Hana highway, then veer off to a rough dirt road.
The dirt road grows rougher and rougher until you’re moving no faster than if you walked.

And then, the rainforest opens, and there it is:
our home, the gulch, blue ocean.
Perched over cliffs and the crashing sea,
wrapped in wild forest and tangled vines,
mangoes, coconuts, guavas, sugarcane,
streams twisting through the terrain.

We walked with Lucy and Naga, our pups,
watching how they splashed in the water in the stream,
how they greeted the pigs, goats, and chickens that roam wild.

There is no real trail here. No steps but the ones chosen in the moment.
No clarity but the one earned through presence.

“There is no paved path through the gulch of the soul. You find your footing by feeling.”

The descent is messy.
No signs, no markers.
Just loose earth, sugarcane, cobwebs, and tall grass.
And in between, the shimmer of sunlight breaking through canopy.
Birdsong. Stillness. Beauty that catches you mid-step and fills you.

It reminded me of time with my kumu, Uncle Kimokeo, deep in the valleys of Honokōhau.

He worked the land with intuition, not an agenda. “Plant ti here. Papaya trees over there. Taro where the water pools and flows. Move that stone. Divert that water.”

He didn’t command the land. He conversed with it.

A true steward doesn’t control.
A true steward listens and responds.

That’s what this walk felt like. That’s what this moment in the sky reflects.

The terrain of the heart is no different. It is wild. Sacred. Demanding. Beautiful. To walk it is to become responsive, aware, and rooted.

Not claiming ownership of land, but practicing care.
Not forcing shape, but listening for what is already alive and asking to be tended.

Stewardship as Strategy

The sacred geometry of this moment—Venus, Saturn, Mercury, Neptune—forms a living strategy. Not one drawn on paper, but one etched in breath, in stillness, in sensation.

This isn’t strategy for control.
It’s strategy for communion.

To witness.
To feel.
To respond with clarity.
To live from the pulse of what is real.

The Recalibration of the Heart

As Mercury meets Neptune in Aries, the mind dissolves.
The oracle steps forward.
The heart speaks.

Logic may no longer be the guide.
But something older is.
The flame within. The instinctual knowing. The intuitive thread.

This is a warrior heart awakening,
not to fight, but to stand firm in sacred truth, in Aloha.

This Astrology Is Not Abstract

It’s alive. Asking:

• Where am I not fully present?
• What part of me is rising from the underworld?
• Where am I still filtering my voice to maintain comfort?
• Am I letting desire shape my direction—or fear?
• Am I leading—or listening to what life wants from me?

Journal Prompt to consider;

• Where am I not fully present and just following the path?
• What part of me is ready to rise from the hypnosis?
• How can I tend to my life like sacred land—intuitively, honestly, and with care?

Let the voice return.
Let the breath slow.
Let the beauty guide.
Let the true path form beneath your feet.

This is the return to true nature. Wildly at peace. Peacefully wild.