Sustainable wholeness. A clear, pristine embodiment. A sacred chalice that overflows with clarity.

We are all familiar with the various martyr archetypes that prevailed in the last cycle here on Earth. Some are infamous…

A change of cycle is not like flipping a switch. And yet, something shifts radically within us.

As we remember, some things become joyous beyond imagining. Some things bring us to tears that may or may not be understood.

Do you ever feel like that? Someone or something has blown through your fully seeded and fluffy dandelion head and bits of you are scattered to the winds? Imbolc’s deep well of peace has stirred such a current.

The currents of NOW carry us through what brings us joy, bringing up what remains of our delusions around deserving. The strongest beliefs, shedding just NOW, come from the systems of the false light.

…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.