The Universe and I create, based on my vibrational match, my emotion. When I am in a horrific mood and ready to rip everyone’s head off, all I can see is red. Nothing is going to go right and I know it.
For a woodpecker, every tree is an opportunity to nourish or to nest. In this way, you might take a hint from the woodpecker to ask yourself three questions: What nourishes me? What helps me rest? What helps me nest?
I bid farewell to 2016, year of the number nine. I release you to the universe and welcome in continued growth, and wish all things well for 2017, year of the number one. May we all be gifted with renewal.
Let me be that tree, so that the scent of pine will remind the world that someone must have meant it. I will be a singing sentinel, and that which breathes life into death. The raven has no part with the pine, nor the blackthorn with the dove.
She realized no one would see her as Goddess until she saw herself as holy. No one would hold her as whole until she demanded they do so, and the Witch’s soul-retrieval is never complete; it is an enduring spiral dance…