Companions, Round and Profound

This is a quiet night, after stepping off the edge of the world... 

New Year's Day - I slept through a tarot appointment with one of the people I honor as a shaman.  (I was reading for her.)  Oh Good Heavens!  We spoke together, and so we accidentally (and laughingly) directed my day.  (Beloved, silly me!)

Later, after getting myself together again, while reading for another Companion, I brought out my calcite ball.  (Not a crystal ball, and I love all the quartz family and am a kick-ass scryer, so please bear with me.)  This ball is soft and kind and gently polished, it is not a phony ball.  As a matter of fact, when I purchased it (at a Gem and Mineral Show), the man said, "This is not what you think it is."  (Yeh- he knew where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do!) Yet that lovely ball is so much more than he thought it was, and continues to be much more than I figured. 

Some folks think that folks like us just purchase things to build up our egos.  Sometimes we do. (I certainly have - Yup, I'm smiling now...)  This purchase was not for me, though.  The tiny orb just wanted to work alongside me.

This tiny calcite ball was purchased as and has now become my favorite scrying friend  - for Others to read - this darling is soft and outspoken.  The messages are more brief and more gentle than readings with  my quartz balls, but better for folks to read for themselves at the sunset of a new year.

I'm not being a "poser" about dawn vs. sunset (regarding the New Year), yet for me  the light of sunset light has always meant much more than dawn or noon.

Thank you soft companions, I love you more than words can say!

Dark Moon Musings at the Edge of the World

This good day, a day of triple twelves and a dark moon is a good day for me to step off the edge of the world.  So, I begin. 

In the last few weeks, I have been releasing all that does not serve, the things I cannot carry in my heart or in my body anymore.  This leaves room for my loves; My Dear Man, my Family, the Feathered One and the Beasties. The Few Friends of my Heart.  And my Magick.  Certainly my Magick.

What hasn't been working for me in this season, is tired relationships.  So today I am burning teeny bits of stinky rubber (reminding me of the dangers of continuing to travel on worn out tires), dragon's blood, a bit of hellebore and false solomon's seal on charcoal discs in my iron cauldron. 

I will use my iron keys.  I love my crossroads.

I am the hag, bent, mostly toothless, very frail; so My Dear Man will carry my cauldron. He will light the fire for me and help me chant my chants and wave away the smokes that carry away these things that must leave, and then he will wheel me back in our tiny house.  I am the hag.

When I am back inside, I will have my good tea with a bit of honey and burn a bit of dark cocoa on one of my good beeswax candles.

On this good day, with My Dear Man, I look forward to tomorrow.