I can't believe it's been half a year.
Half a year since I poked my head above ground.
Half a year since I moved to this beautiful piece of earth.
Half a year since I became a mother.
The time between the equinoxes was wholly liminal, the greatest underworld journey of my life. Like Innanna, I was stripped of everything I thought I knew and laid bare, unable to recognize myself.
It takes radical humility and compassion to grow a new skin, assume a new identity. And it's impossible to ascend back to the world of the living without it.
To be honest, I'm still not quite there.
But day by day, in the stillness of each anticipated lull, I feel myself knit back together.
Whoever I am.
Very quietly I started working again. By no means am I even close to my previous output or client intake, but I've opened up a few pockets of time each week to sit with those who need it. I wrote horoscopes for the last few issues of Witchology Magazine, as well as the upcoming winter edition. And of course, I've been writing.
It's not what you're used to. I still don't have the head for numbers and figures, and my memory still runs short while I exist on a few hours of sleep each night. None of it is up to my extremely exacting standards which is why you haven't seen more here. I look forward to writing more long form essays and engaging in serious discussions of esoteric principles soon, so I'm not going anywhere, I promise.
But I have received a lot of questions and feedback on other channels. Many of you who have watched my stories on Instagram have asked me to share in more depth details of my daughter's birth, my thoughts on leaving the city, rituals and meditations on life's changing seasons, book lists and recipes and resources...
None of it really fits here. But it does fit somewhere else, a space I began intuitively preparing in the days leading up to my matrescence. Life, Magically is a sort of open letter to myself, a very public space for a personal journey.
We need openness more than ever. Social media gives us a very false sense of closeness, the illusion that we're a part of a thriving global village. But when the chips are down we we're more isolated than ever. My Gemini Midheaven Mantra has always been if Im going through something, someone else has too. If someone can learn from, or simply feel at peace through, my experience, I feel a responsibility to share.
Life, Magically is a door thrown open. It's an invitation into my home, a seat at my table. And I'm excited to have you.
I'm also opening the conversation to others. Next week I'm recording several chats as part of a new podcast I'm launching. Because life doesn't happen in highlight reels. We need to talk about the struggles along the way, the dark nights before dawn rises on our transformations. It's when we keep the quiet parts to ourselves that we feel alone. If you want to know more or get in on the conversation yourself, drop me a line or follow the project on Instagram.
It feels somewhat appropriate that I begin to tap back into life in this season, where attention turns to the life beneath the surface as we prepare for winter. This time of year lends itself to reflection and begs integration, two things I'm fully engaged in now that the season of birth is behind me.
I hope we can do it together.
If we aren't already, make sure we're connected on Instagram. Reach out and say hi. Tell me what season you're currently in and what you're working through. Subscribe to Life, Magically and hit reply on the welcome email. Ask me your questions. Tell me your story.