I went on an evening walk the other day. For no particular reason too. That detail is important as the city I call home, seems to only endorse walks with a purpose. I went on this walk though, with the specific intention to reflect on what is changing in my life. I can sense Winter coming.
School is recently out, my schedule suddenly free. And when given free time, I’ve learned to understand I like to think. The holidays, now, have a way of getting me to a very quiet place that allow for such reflection. A time for family and gatherings of friends, for me, over the years, has been chaotic, frightful, lonely, fitful and now bring a comforting, reflective, indulgent solitude.
Life looks very different for me nowadays. The world looks different. As a recent twenty-six year old, I feel sharper, more hopeless and increasingly faithful. As a sun Scorpio who continues to grow in awareness of herself, this New Moon in Scorpio we just experienced has had me shedding old skins once again.
Stereotypically so, I thought about Death most of October, and a good bit of that thinking was to my detriment. It does a witch no good either to overthink Death. Consumed in these thoughts, I failed to continue holding my head up to the light ahead. I lost sight for a second of what I was aiming for in my existence and I kept my head down and allowed myself to become sweeped in the rush of keeping up. This New Moon told me there’s no point! Death comes whether thought about or not, focus on what you can, mold what’s in your reach. So I decided to look up.
Since given space to be, with the society-granted time off, I have been, quite feverishly, working on setting up this blog and giving myself splitting headaches in learning the mechanics of putting a site together.
I am spending time again thinking of what I want my life to look like after graduation. Thinking of what and who I would like to bring into my life and how I wish to share myself to the world. I’ve been feeling quite a mix of the Two of Wands and The Hermit, and they sure have been making their back to back appearances.
I often wonder what life has in store for me: for this blog, my career, journey in the craft and things I still cannot conceive.
Making my way back to my apartment,
on this particular evening,
I look up as a witch does in search of the moon.
And there she was shining bright, an exact slice of her right.
How a waxing quarter makes a witch swoon.
This first quarter has reminded me that there’s still things to do and dreams to have. Please too, know that it is always a valuable thing to look up and pick up the path once again.
a first quarter moon