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.
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