Last night was a peculiar Harvest 🍂🌝🍂 moon night indeed, as the winds where calm, and the woods unusually still. Late in the night the coyotes sang a soothing song, instead of their regular fare of yelps, screeches and screams. And as they sang to the moon I began to feel a sense of relief, knowing things are happening when they should, and that this dark season will be a time of endings, healing, and transition for me.
The moon is my ruling planet, and therefore my emotions rule as well. Having water as your elemental is fabulous for divinations, hedge flight spells and alike, but not so good in your head. Being able to master it is key, and lately that’s been put to the test. Years past my mind came upon a point of drowning, and to avoid the insanity I escaped into opening my shop and writing. Preoccupying my mind, keeping the emotional horrors at bay, it’s rather ironic that I find myself traveling a similar path once again.
But this time there be a difference. There’s never been this much darkness surrounding me… in me, but also a strong fire within. This fire drives, secures, and lights my path, and with it brings a dark season of opportunities. And by this I mean the time, ability, and mindset to carry on with the writing of my book. For so long now I’ve been consumed with getting the shops up and running, expanding my gardens and hedgerows, learning to grow by the moon, and rewilding my land and life, that writing fell to the roadside for me. Being an indie writer only means more work and cost, but for me there isn’t another way. Since I’ve left society and my job within it, I have come to quite enjoy a reclusive life… and that includes my writing as well.
So into this dark season I go…🕯
to write about the seasons, their spirits and snow.
Chapter One ~ Winter ❄️ 📖🖋