Last month I wrote about dark moons, witchy culture, and awkward feelings over on the Little Red Tarot blog.
Lately, whenever the moon is dark, I don’t feel like doing ritual or reading cards or making magic.
Mostly I just feel cranky as fuck…
Here’s what I’ve decided, from the tidal depths of my crankiness: I’m not cutting cords anymore. I’m not holding strips of paper to the flame, hoping to turn my anxieties into ash.
Take in the full curmudgeonly glory here, no cleansing spell required.
subtle workings 