Equinox Journal Magic for the Wild and Heathen. Awaken your Inner Mystic.

 

 

September 23, 2019 Autumn Equinox (Northern Hemisphere), Spring Equinox (Southern)

under a Waning Crescent Moon in Cancer

 

What is the magic that awakens our inner mystic during the Equinox, when the light is equal between night and day?

Whether we are sinking deep into the shadows in the Northern hemisphere, or opening to the light south of the Equator, there is a resonance with the Earth beneath our feet.

In the north, we identify with the hag, the crone, the fragrant, rotting leaves, the early nod to death, and transformation as nature begins to gather her skirts and tuck them a bit tighter against the coming cold. It is a magical time when gratitude lies soft on the tongue. We look to a plentiful harvest while reveling in the colors of Autumn, rich in hues of orange, yellow, and red.

The Equinox is a time of weighing and finding balance. What can we keep that is useful and meaningful—what shall we release?

There is also a tinge of sweet regret on the air. Summer has sung the last of her arias…we must accept that the days are shortening. Autumn sacrifices summers beauty to the mystery of decay. Once there was plenty, now the Crone plans her winter larder, drying seed heads, putting down preserves, checking her cupboards against winter’s scarcity.

All part of the cycle, all reminders that time is not linear, but cyclical.

With each shorter day, there is also the hope of a future when the light will return—and that is exactly what is happening in the Southern Hemisphere.

Down under, the maiden sun stretches her still tender rays caressing the sodden earth of winter. She brings a sense of wonder and delight, as blood runs quicker, warmth beckons seedlings to sprout,

With each shorter day, there is also the hope of a future when the light will return—and that is exactly what is happening in the Southern Hemisphere.

Down under, the maiden sun stretches her still tender rays caressing the sodden earth of winter. She brings a sense of wonder and delight, as blood runs quicker, warmth beckons seedlings to sprout, and the birds to sharpen their beaks gathering twigs for their nests.

….Wild Ones, read on and find my journal magic for the Wild and Heathen here. I know you will be inspired to heed your own inner mystic.

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