A Sigil to mark the Beginning of 2019

A Sigil to mark the Beginning of 2019

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Sigils are powerful tools for focus, manifestation, and grounding. They can be used in combination with prayer work, meditation, and focused intent.

So as we enter 2019, a year which resonates at a frequency of thirds (2+0+1+9= 3+9= 12= 3), use this sigil as a focal point for achieving success, boosting your productivity, and focusing your intent to make this year a year for change, growth, and awakening.

Happy New Year, all!

Winter Solstice 2018

Winter Solstice 2018

December 19, yesterday watched the birth of dawn, observed the death/rebirth symbolism found in nature, wondered why and how our Ancestors embraced such simplicity as sacred. It cannot be that far off from my own sensitivity to such mundane events that most take for granted. It’s only a day away from Winter Solstice, or Jรถl, as my Ancestors would call it. The time of in-betweens, tell tale signs of sleeping earth. The sun makes his way to his lowest point in the northern hemisphere, begging for clarity. Our minds cannot comprehend such cosmic rays, the vastness of our place in this vision of universe. But we try.

We try to measure and analyze and quantify all that surrounds us, even the stuff that so clearly cannot be quantified or analyzed or measured. It all gets us closer to technological evolution, physical growth and expenditure, but further away from the simplicity of Spirit. And that’s what this season is supposed to be for, to me. It’s a day for rememberance, inward reflection, speculation on our Soul’s journey in our human experiences. It’s for intuitive processing, connecting with the Source that creates all things, destroys all things. It is for prayer and spell, the closeness of family-as we’re all connected.

This is not about dogma or doctrine, it’s about tradition and timelessness. The progression of nature’s turn from Dark to Light, contraction and expansion. I celebrate to share with those I love. I celebrate my Love for the earth. Forget monetary value, as there can be no price for preciousness. Forget material goods, electronic devices, technological needs.

Strip it all away, lay yourselves bare, and revel in the glory and agony of it all…of all it means to be human and alive to witness the sun rise with the turning of the year. Contemplate the clouds and rejoice with the songbirds.

Remember who you are and those you hold dear. Remember the sunset. Remember your origins, and be fulfilled: for it’s the Winter Solstice, the ending point of previous dreams’ gestation, and the birth of a new year.

โœจHappy Solstice, all๐Ÿ’™

Lughnasadh Blessings

Lughnasadh Blessings

Florida fall is officially here…for me, anyway. It’s an uncharacteristically cool August, bringing fall breezes that offer relief from the heat of the sun. The cycle is ever turning, ever calling us to stand still and absorb all that is going on.

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Lughnasadh had us baking bread and mixing fruit salads, harvesting mint and lemonbalm and thyme, and making sun tea. We played and crafted seashell windchimes, homemade paints and chalks, and faery dwellings in the gardens. It’s truly been a beautiful, albeit quickly passing, summer. My little one starts kindergarten in a week; we’re excited and bittersweet about this next journey in our lives. But she’ll do great.

 

 

I wandered St. Pete over the weekend and stumbled upon an unlikely plant nursery; I’ve found a friend and fellow naturalist who makes his food from what he harvests from his garden. A beekeeper and yogi, he’s become my go-to for honey, herbs, and fruiting plants. I’ve brought back honey and spinach, lemongrass and mints. I’ve even brought home a lovely little patchouli plant just for Spirit workings. When I visit again in September, I’ll be asking some more questions with hopes of writing a piece about him and his garden and apiary.

 

But with the cyclic changes and the ever-nearing dark half of the year, I’ve been standing as if I’m on the brink of change. A very specific and benevolent change. The wind brings smells of the promise of autumn, and I can’t help but be eager to see what this next season will bring.

As always, keep dreaming, keep creating, and always welcome life’s blessings. ๐Ÿ™‚