The new moon in Aries arrives just before 8 tonight on the east coast. New moons are my favorite astrological event because they have little to do with letting go (not something I like to do) and everything to do with the intention to go forward.

The word new and Aries also go together. Aries is a powerful sign. Partly because it’s tied to childhood and the unselfconscious self. It’s a sign that asks you to see something which may not even be there. It asks you to invent it. More than that, it asks you to believe it can be invented.

Below is a poem by an Aries you might have heard of, William Wordsworth. Read it to yourself tonight as the new moon comes over us, in its invisible grace. It’s a call to pleasure as much as it is a poem of doubt. The best things tend to hold both. Think about how real and strange it is that we’re here at all. There’s really no one reason we have to be.

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Lines Written in Early Spring
William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined, 
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts 
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 

To her fair works did Nature link 
The human soul that through me ran; 
And much it grieved my heart to think 
What man has made of man. 

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, 
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; 
And ’tis my faith that every flower 
Enjoys the air it breathes. 

The birds around me hopped and played, 
Their thoughts I cannot measure:— 
But the least motion which they made 
It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 

The budding twigs spread out their fan, 
To catch the breezy air; 
And I must think, do all I can, 
That there was pleasure there. 

If this belief from heaven be sent, 
If such be Nature’s holy plan, 
Have I not reason to lament 
What man has made of man?