moon magick

a dreaming moon, a yearning moon

The weeks leading up to this full moon have been full of ideas — galloping straight toward me. I could the feel the way the earth moved slightly and how I have been steadying myself for the eventual impact. But it’s all hoof beats. For now. I can be the witness of the alignment of Venus and Jupiter and and Neptune — the sparkling jewels in the sky that have been advancing like chess pieces. Until they are perfectly in order. They are not answers or quests. They are reminders that I already know what’s about to happen. I already […]

craving full .:. hungry for more

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. […]

new moon // just do it

My bones ached along the waning of the moon. A feeling like wanting to run and not being able to move. Not quite trapped, not quite free. I’m waiting for something. I’m ready for something. This is not a time for mourning, I hear between the rains. This is not a time for falling to pieces and kneeling on the ground. Now is the time to look up, look around, grab the tools you already have, and get started. For me, I need to go beyond words in order to find out what I must call into my life. Words […]

between supermoons: a spell

a ritual for these times for growing for brightness for glowing and flowing and shrinking and hiding and climbing under the covers   ingredients: a clear space / counter / shelf / mind a candle / any color / any size, but big enough to hold your dreams a promise (only you can make this one)   invite the possibility that this spell is already working somewhere between the shifting of tides and the aching of the growing days (or nights) breathe in the probability that everything changes (as it does, as it does)   conjure a feeling that you […]