…might just be a river of fire and light. Grace as a cosmic candle.…might just be a river of fire and light. Grace as a cosmic candle.

In a weaving year we can be tempted to forger ahead as we always have or succumb to the belief that “plans must be made… actions must be planned and set in motion.” We buy in, all too easily, to the demands of the practical and forget that all things come from the stillness within. especially the practical.

The entrance to this calendar year is a confluence of Divine Storms, the Tower, and the Great Mother’s sorting hat. Isn’t it a wonder to witness what is being shed, what is bubbling up, and how these energies realign?

In 2023, we experienced the Thirteen Jewels of Transformation. This year is a year of integrations. It is important to note, on our remembering journey, that we can not integrate what is not ours. There is much confusion about the Oneness and integration.

Today is known in some cultures as Boxing Day. What lives within your personal Pandora’s box? Is that acted out on rounds to visit family and friends while exchanging gifts? Or, like me, do you ignore all that material stuff and focus on the Solstice light?

Last night’s moon was ‘dark,’ giving Venus a lovely canvas upon which to sparkle. The quiet was grateful to me, given the energetic turbulence of late.

When we integrate new light codes, new frequencies, or have any deep spiritual immersion or frequency shift, there is a practice that assists.

What looked like hundreds of the Canadas that winter here took to the skies. The message was visceral. “It is safe to remember now.”

…One learns to let Source hold the daily energy and to allow internal focus to be guided to where it needs to be. Today is a hinge day.

It’s not just about the mindset of “going with the flow.”

Waking up lighter. Free of what you have striven so long to lose. Sound good? What if that has just happened, and for the whole world, whether anyone feels it or not?

I hope this finds you, dear reader, feeling lifted and blessed by the Samhain cross-quarter as she wanes. What twists and turns draw you forth and forward?