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Grief is such a mercurial thing. You think you’ Grief is such a mercurial thing.

You think you’ve got it all figured out, having scraped it from the depths of your soul, and then there it is—peeking at you from around some unsuspecting corner.

Or, it is that thing we are afraid to look at altogether—in case it breaks like an aging dam over our whole existence.

The purpose of grief is to soften us, although it may seem to have an opposite effect. It moves in seasons through our lives, just another mystical spiral determined to be witnessed.

I’ve decided to greet grief like a friend. I’m practicing greeting it at the door with kindness and hospitality, offering it room to express itself and sit with it in presence.

When we grieve intentionally, we are not in opposition to the gifts that it brings, but instead, unwrap them with curiosity and gratitude.

These questions are part of my twelve moon grief practice...
What do you wish me to see or hear?

Where do you reside in my body?

What gift do you have for me?

Is there more you can teach me?

Who will I be without this grief?

Do I feel safe to let this go?

What do I need in order to feel safe enough to let this go?

Can I embrace grief as an ally?

Here's the link to the article and practice @elephantjournal 

https://www.elephantjournal.com/2020/11/the-perfect-dark-moon-ritual-to-release-grief-open-our-hearts-november-14-monika-carless/
This is my month of power The month of spells and This is my month of power

The month of spells and necromancers!

The month of black moons and

milk-paste skies!

The month when sunsets smolder slowly

like joss sticks in a temple courtyard,

and the air is dusty with the

fragrance of ashes

and burning prayers.

This is the Scorpion Month,

when dawn, white as

dandelion sap, leaks

out of the bruised darkness of night

and clings like a new-hatched dragonfly

for long moments to the

thin stem of day,

And in the quiet before morning

speaks each day,

the wind tiptoes in on velvet boots,

carrying an iron hammer in a bag,

and whispers in a cold, cold voice:

“Strike now! But be careful”

as it hardens for action.

Poem by Mike Absalom

🖤🐈‍⬛ this is my season, I enter it solemnly, this my 65th year on November 18th. It portends to be a very magical year indeed. 

Blessed be.
Feeling this one deeply. Blessed be, Wise Ones. Feeling this one deeply. 
Blessed be, Wise Ones.
It's coming. Prepare. The Energies are not compli It's coming. 
Prepare.
The Energies are not complicated, but they are purposeful and deep.
Aligned, we invite ease.

And so it is. 

#groundedspirituality #witchesofig #wisewoman #rewilding #pagan #hedgewitch
The doors to the world of the wild Self are few bu The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés

#rewilding
You Are My Wilderness So often you have rescued m You Are My Wilderness

So often you have rescued me as I’ve plunged into the depths of despair.

Circling me with that specific tenderness in your eyes, you determine to envelop me and my tears.

I have never become accustomed to your powerful empathy for my sadness. I think it’s because I’m not quite sure that I’m deserving of such naked, blatant love.

You are the wilderness that I run to. You are the safe place in the woods—the dark, moist, cave where I lay myself down and weep, until I can weep no more.

In the instant that I fall apart, you are there to offer the strength of your arms and the wisdom of your words. I can clearly see that my tears undo you, and that you would kill to have me whole again. Yet all that you reveal to me is your determination to make things right—to help me find the balance I have lost. In the wilderness of each other’s love, we walk with our black stallion faithfully leading the way—his breath misty in the early morning light—further, further, to a place that no-one else has discovered. A shadowy landscape of tall trees and ivy and ferns—where we fall into each other on a bed of ancient moss, and erase the world from our ears and our hearts.

I find respite in the kisses of your exquisite mouth. I find truth in the way you strip me bare. I find solace in the way your hands own my skin.

You’ve always known that I need to be taken roughly when I’m suffering.

You’ve never questioned it, just silently and with a hungry look, have taken what I have. In my most vulnerable, emotional state, you are the author of my ecstasy. I am grateful for your ability to fuck with such intensity, while I’m fragile in your hands. Your body on mine transmutes the frigid essence of my fears into fiery, molten lava. It covers me whole and I rise—the phoenix, a song on my lips.

In the wilderness of your love, all that is fallen to the forest floor sprouts into new life, effervescent spring green—vines spreading with lighting speed across the valley of my confusion. My face cradled to your chest, my body suspended in your embrace, I listen to the beating of your heart and mine picks up its rhythm once more.

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