The Witch of Wands reaches up to the Moon. Her fire is her signal, an invitation to magic. She stands tall, reaching high.
the space between/
shift back and forth between
structure and freedom. commitment and spontaneity.
Doing the work, seeing it through, and still being open to what’s new and exciting.
An altar to witness my commitment to self in an anxious, stuck-feeling moment.
May I allow what is incubating within me
the time and space
to come forth slowly,
in its own way.
Keep it spacious, grounded in intention and mystery, and led by desire.
It is midwinter. The trees are bare, there is little green among the greys and the browns.
There are seeds, hidden, unseen, in the cold, damp earth.
Let us be here, now, in this moment. Nothing more.
Let us be present.
Can I listen?
Can I learn to listen?
“What would it look like, to centre desire?”
the season is shifting. Wind blowing in the trees. Windows open, cool and dark. Awakening. Autumn calls.
What have you learned this year?
Every piece I have picked up along the way, whether I have noticed, treasured, rejected, reviled, dismissed, ignored or grappled with joyfully or with fear…has made me who I am. It is a tapestry, and it is not only mine.
May I let myself be enough,
exactly as I am.
Two altars - to splurge it all out, then to refine and focus.
This altar is for my body-wisdom.
For loving myself enough
For what might emerge from January’s darkness. This moment is a pause
before the quickening of the year.
If you need it: I see you, witch. Altar, 1st January, new year, full moon in Cancer The spell jar holds mugwort, wizened and curled, picked on new year’s eve from the Talyllyn steam train tracks, the day seven of us silently retreated together in Tywyn. Milky quartz from the stream there. Yarrow from Teangue, …