Whether it’s the Mercury retrograde or the up/down of the weather, my insides have felt raw. I’m at a loss for words and a loss for actions, stuck between what has been and what could be.
This month, I’m creating a spell to remember the fullness of myself, no matter the shape of the moon or the size of my To Do list.
They say it’s a Pink Moon, though not in color.
Pink for flowers and blossoming and growth.
The full moon in Scorpio arrives on Sunday, April 29, and some say it will be a time of unburdening.
I welcome it.
The day before is a Beltane ritual with my local community, where we will weave together the many experiences and expressions of love, in service to ourselves, and being witnessed by each other — and Aphrodite.
I will call to the full moon with Aphrodite, being of love and beauty.
Born on the sea foam and ocean wave, I call to her to reveal the fullness of my being, of our beings. I call on her to remind us of our inherent wisdom and knowing, of the tides that flow in and out.
I will leave roses in water in the moonlight and bathe in her blessing.
I will sing her a song of remembering and calling back all of the parts that were scattered, confused, and lonely.
I will write myself a love letter, the kind that you don’t share with anyone else but the one you love deeply. I will remind myself that the heart might be the size of a fist, but my love can stretch beyond reason.
I will anoint myself with the knowing, the remembering of the fullness of self can be called back again.
I will remember my hunger is deep and my craving is sharp.
I will take it all in.