red moon ritual

I’ve been doing a lot of spellwork these days. More than I ever have. Maybe it helps me feel more in control. Maybe it reminds me I am always able to do something.

Tomorrow’s blood moon / full moon / total lunar eclipse feels ripe with possibility. From what I’ve been seeing among my social media network, folks have been feeling the shift in the shadow, while still nursing bruises of a lot of planets in retrograde.

(Including Mercury, starting today.)

So, where’s the magick in this madness?

Where should my energy be when everything is changing and shifting and appearing to move backwards?

I can’t tell you where your energy is, but I noticed the shift in my personal vibe when the full moon cycle started today.

As though my cup was filling from the ground up, from toes to head.

I took a breath along with the moon…and then I waited for the inevitable EVERYTHING DOES NOT MAKE SENSE ANYMORE. WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING?

I readied myself.

Nothing.

A few more minutes.

Nothing.

In fact, I went about my day with more energy than I’ve had in a while. I felt stable, steady, and focused.

I finished work early and went for a walk. Singing along to the music in my earbuds. Smiling at people as I walked, enjoying the summer sunshine.

I looked at the flowers along the way. Stopped and smelled the lilacs and roses. Wondered why the roses seemed to be the brightest red I’ve ever seen.

Everything is bright, alive, and beautiful.

Maybe this is the magick.

The world became sharper and clearer. The words started to repeat in my head, like a chant, like a direction.

Red roses / Red moon / Red blood

In that moment, I become aware I am alive, bright, and beautiful. Even when everything is moving backward. Even when everything seems to be changing suddenly and dramatically.

I am of myself and for myself and with myself.

Maybe I’ve learned in the last few years. Maybe I’ve learned that surrender looks good on me. Maybe I’ve come to the realization that I can trust even when everything falls away.

Over the next few days, I will create a candle with a sigil to help me remember.

I will tell myself the words I wanted everyone else to say to me.

I will hold my body, the beautiful body that knows grief, that knows anger, that knows what it feels like to believe in someone who lets you down.

I will not abandon myself when things get too hard or the moon is suddenly obscured by red.

I will paint myself in red in the place where it still hurts and where it will heal.

I will remind myself that I have made it through, that I continue to make it through.

And I will light the candle.

Because I am alive.

Because my blood runs through my veins.

Because it will all fall away.

But (probably) not today.

About the Author

I'm a Witch, a priestess, international teacher, often-vegan, invocateur, ritualist, drummer, writer, moon devotee, Sagittarius, and Reclaiming initiate. I am committed to facilitating community growth and connection through ritual creation, storytelling, moon magick, drumming, and embracing beauty in all of its forms. And I am delightfully devoted to Aphrodite, Hecate, Iris, and the Norns. You’ll often find me writing poetry, singing to the moon, crafting songs, and looking for a snack. Here, I'll be writing about the moon, ritual, rewriting personal and collective stories, and poetry. And letting inspiration take the lead.

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