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.
I’ve got a new piece out in Luna Luna magazine, about creative ritual and tragically mediocre crafting skills.
Inside your poppet will be a prayer, or a spell, or a wish. Inside will be memories transformed into offerings (a tarnished locket, a chipped crystal). Set these offerings on the table. Feel calm and pleased as you look at them, as if they are a poem so perfect you don’t even want to show it to anybody. A potent secret, to be hidden away.
Click here for the full essay.
I’m up on the Little Red Tarot blog this week, talking about the stabby three of swords and its (sort of) positive side.
…when we numb ourselves to our own despair for the world, we cut ourselves off from our creativity as well. We bypass the emotional experiences that can unite us with like-minded others, and we stunt our ability to imagine new ways of combating what threatens to destroy us. Slowly, persistently, the three of swords is showing me how to do the work.
Find the full post here.