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The Burrow, North Boambee Valley (2026)

21/12/2025

Hello my dearest friends, my beloved ones of leaf and flame, it feels as though the world itself has tilted slightly toward enchantment, as though the air has learned a secret and is laughing softly to itself. Here at The Burrow the light pours like honey through the windows, the cicadas chant without pause, and the land feels watchful and awake, as if something unseen has just stepped barefoot across the threshold of the day.

Yesterday, Saturday the 20th of December at 12:43 in the afternoon, the New Moon was born in Sagittarius beneath the bright, unblinking Sun. This was no shy moon, no whispered beginning, but a spark struck openly in the heat of the day. Sagittarius carries the bow and the story, the hunger for truth and far horizons, and this New Moon felt like a spell half remembered, urging us onward without quite telling us where.

Its square to Neptune wrapped the moment in glamour and illusion, where dreams shimmered and meanings slipped just out of reach, while its uneasy dance with Uranus stirred a restless knowing in the bones that change is already underway. Beneath it all, the quiet harmony between Uranus and Neptune hummed like distant music, hinting at futures still dreaming themselves into form.

Above us, the old star stories leaned closer. Scorpius smouldered with ancient power and deep transformation, Draco the Dragon coiled protectively around the heavens, and the fierce fixed stars Etamin, Acumen and Antares burned like watchful eyes, sharp blades and beating hearts. This New Moon did not ask for certainty. It asked for courage, imagination and a willingness to follow the strange path where reason loosens its grip and magick begins.

And now we stand within the long, golden breath of Midsummer. Litha. The Solstice where the Sun pauses, crowned and radiant, knowing this is the height of his glory. The light is thick and heavy, drowsy with scent and sound, and time itself seems to wander, forgetting its duties. This is the hour beloved of poets and madmen, of lovers and spirits, where laughter rings too loudly and shadows dance where no feet tread.

This is faerie weather. The veils soften and glow, no longer barriers but curtains stirred by warm wind. The Good Neighbours slip easily between worlds now, curious and bright eyed, drawn by colour, music and the careless joy of humans who have forgotten to be afraid. The Faerie Goddess moves through garden and forest crowned in blossoms and sunlight, her presence felt in sudden sweetness, in the prickle at the nape of the neck, in the feeling that one more step taken without thought might carry you somewhere you did not intend to go. Midsummer belongs to her mischief and her mercy, her abundance and her perilous beauty.

As the week unfolds toward Thursday the 25th of December, the old ways and the newer stories entwine like vines around the same tree. Christmas, softened and reshaped by time, still carries the bones of older rites, of greenery brought indoors, of lights kindled to honour unseen forces, of feasting and gift giving to bind communities and welcome blessings. Here at The Burrow, I let it all mingle freely. A great foraged gum tree branch, painted silver like moonlit bark, rises within this little pink cottage, draped in coloured lights that wink and shimmer like borrowed stars. It is an offering, a signal, a delight laid out for the fae, a promise that wonder is invited to stay.

For those who wish to mark this Midsummer gently, here is a simple spell, light as thistledown. At dusk or dawn, step outside if you can. Bring a candle, a bowl of water, and a small gift from the land. Place one hand upon the earth and one upon your heart. Light the candle and thank the Sun for his brilliance and generosity. Touch the water to your brow and ask that joy, courage and enchantment walk beside you as the wheel turns. Leave your gift where the wild ones may find it, and walk back carrying the glow within you, knowing that no darkness can ever fully undo what the light has touched.

May this Solstice leave you slightly enchanted, deliciously undone, and laughing without knowing why. May the faeries find you gracious and the magick remember your name. From my hearth and heart at The Burrow, I send you love, mischief and midsummer blessing, now and always.

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

03/12/2025

Hello my loves,
Here at The Burrow the early December light has ripened into a golden, honey thick warmth and the roses have surrendered themselves to full summer splendour. Petals spill open in velvet swells, each bloom heavy with perfume, their scent drifting through every room like a whispered enchantment. And tomorrow morning, Friday the 5th at 10:14, the Super Full Rose Moon in mutable Air sign Gemini will rise to crown this season. It is called a Super Moon because she sweeps in close to our dreaming Earth, her pull on tides and flesh stronger, her face brighter, larger, almost too luminous for the mind to hold. She is the Rose Moon because the ancestors watched the wild roses burst open at this time of year, lush and fragrant, promising beauty, ripening, and magick unfurling in soft, layered petals. How fitting that her name finds living truth at The Burrow, where the garden is a riot of roses climbing the trellises, tumbling over one another in pale pink, scarlet, cream and soft apricot. They lean into the warm air like faerie offerings, each one a living spell of summer.

This Full Moon blooms in Gemini, mutable Air, where thought and enchantment dance like shimmering heat over the garden beds. Gemini is the breeze that carries secrets, the flicker of intuition at the edge of waking, the duality that reveals two choices, two paths, two ways of becoming. At the heart of this Moon walks Blodeuwedd, the faerie goddess woven from blossoms, born from enchantment, shaped from light and summer breath. There is no owl here in her presence at The Burrow; instead she moves as the shimmer along the rose petals, the warm sigh of evening wind through the gum leaves, the bright flutter of Summertime Fae rising like sparks from the warm soil. She is the dual nature of blossom and thorn, softness and strength, beauty and knowing. She is the living essence of this Moon, fragrant, clever, shifting, calling us to open ourselves in new ways.

Uranus sextile Neptune moves like a strange tide beneath the surface of this Full Moon. It stirs the dream water and sparkles the air, creating a subtle current of inspiration, insight and psychic shimmer. Uranus awakens what Neptune conceals, so visions may surface unbidden, riddle like messages may drift through your thoughts, and the boundary between waking and dreaming thins like heat haze in the garden. This is the moment when you may feel the Summertime Fae brushing against your skin like warm breeze, urging you to look deeper, to trust the half seen, to follow the glittering threads of intuition. Blodeuwedd delights in this energy, for it is the magick of curiosity and revelation, the whisper in the roses, the pulse of wonder that invites transformation.

Mercury trine Jupiter expands the mind in generous, jubilant ways. Words become spells. Ideas become doorways. Conversations carry blessing. Jupiter lifts Mercury’s quicksilver thoughts into something larger, wiser, more hopeful. You may feel this as a sudden spaciousness, a widening of possibility, a surge of inspiration as though the fae are rustling through the trellis, scattering bright thoughts like petals. Blodeuwedd touches this aspect with the sweetness of summer bloom, encouraging you to speak boldly, to share your ideas, to let your mind wander into new realms of delight and exploration.

Mercury trine Saturn brings steadiness to Gemini’s airy restlessness. Saturn is the patient teacher, the stone beneath the flower, the structure beneath the enchantment. Under this influence your thoughts become clearer, your choices more grounded, your plans more durable. It is a reminder that magick is not only the shimmer in the air but also the discipline that holds it. As the Summertime Fae hum in the warm twilight and the roses grow heavy with scent, Blodeuwedd shows you that clarity is a gift, that structure supports transformation, and that decisions made now will endure like the deep roots of your garden.

Jupiter trine Saturn blends expansion and restraint into a rare harmony. It is a dance between blooming and grounding, between desire and wisdom. Here, the roses embody this cosmic truth: lush petals climbing higher and higher, anchored by deep, unseen roots entwined in the earth. Under this trine dreams become realistic, and long term hopes find stable footing. It is a time for aligning your inner growth with outer action, for blending the wildness of summer imagination with the calm patience of tending the garden through heat and storm. Blodeuwedd smiles through the roses at this, for she is both blossom and survivor, unfurling her magic in balance between beauty and resilience.

The Grand Trine woven into this Moon forms a great triangle of flowing power, a portal of harmony and effortless movement. It is the Summertime Fae circling in laughter between the rose bushes, weaving invisible pathways of light that guide your intentions upward, outward, onward. Under this pattern, your spells move with ease, your thoughts align, your desires find their place. The air itself feels smoother, magick more responsive, as though the universe has softened its resistance. Blodeuwedd stands within this flow, her presence felt as a warm shimmer, urging you to trust the magick that comes easily and to follow where your natural curiosity leads.

Constellation Ta**us glows serene in the sky, carrying the ancient wisdom of embodiment, sensuality and patience. Ta**us calls you into your body, into the deep breath, into the pleasure of warm saltwater against skin, into the slow contentment of floating in the surf under a high Moon. Here in early summer, with the roses blooming and the sea calling like a silvery threshold, Ta**us invites you to honour the physical self as sacred. Every sensation becomes part of the spell.

Constellation Orion the Hunter strides across the heavens with fierce brilliance, urging courage, determination and bold pursuit. Under this Moon he becomes the guardian of your brave choices, reminding you to follow the ideas that ignite your spirit. He walks alongside your intentions like a silent, powerful shadow, while the Summertime Fae weave bright trails around his feet, softening his intensity with their own playful magic. Blodeuwedd watches with knowing calm, for she understands the courage it takes to embrace change, to claim autonomy, to turn toward a new path even when it glimmers with the unknown.

The overall meaning of this Super Full Rose Moon in Gemini is revelation, decision, enchantment and blooming. It calls you to shift, to choose, to open, to think differently, to speak the truths that have waited quietly in your heart. It brings clarity and curiosity in equal measure, urging you to look at your life from two angles, two possibilities, two shimmering doorways. Blodeuwedd walks beside you throughout, not as a creature of feather or flight but as a summer born faerie goddess of roses and light, guiding you with a scent, a breeze, a soft change in the air. The Summertime Fae dance at the edges of your path, brushing your shoulders like warm wind, reminding you that you are not alone in your transformation. And the sea itself calls your name, inviting you to swim in her cool embrace, to let the water cleanse your thoughts, your energy, your spirit beneath the bright morning Moon.

Enchantment: For a spell beneath this Super Full Rose Moon in Gemini, gather one fresh rose from your garden, a bowl of clean water, a white candle, a pinch of sugar and a strip of blue or white ribbon. Sit in a warm, quiet corner of your home or garden. Place the rose in the water. Add the sugar to sweeten your path and your words. Light the candle and whisper your intention for clarity, new direction or blossoming truth. Hold the ribbon and speak aloud the choice or change you are ready to make. Then tie the ribbon gently around the bowl’s rim or around the stem of the rose, symbolising your commitment. When the candle is finished, pour the water at the base of a plant and leave the ribbon tied outdoors where the Summertime Fae can bless it with warm breezes.

My loves, may this Super Full Rose Moon fill your heart with shimmering insight, sweet clarity and gentle courage. Here at The Burrow, where the roses spill their perfume into the hot summer air and the sea waits like a cool blue charm, I send all the enchantment of this Moon to you.

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

19/11/2025

Hello my loves.
Here at The Burrow the air has taken on that strange velvet thickness that late Spring always brings. The warmth gathers beneath the greening trees and the ocean winds drift inland with a slow dreamy breath scented with salt and sun. The days are stretching themselves luxuriously toward summer and twilight lingers over the garden like a spell woven from rose gold and shadow. The roses are swelling into full bloom, their velveteen petals heavy and fragrant in the lengthening evenings. Tomorrow, Thursday 20th November at precisely 5:47pm, the New Moon slips into the fixed water sign of Scorpio and it is one of the most elusive Moons I have tried to decipher in a long while. Her planetary weave is not screaming its secrets but murmuring them in half formed riddles like something written in smoke. I leaned close as if to overhear an enchantment whispered through my old wooden floors. This New Moon belongs to the deep places where memory and mystery converge and it asks us to listen with our bones.

Five planets are in retrograde. Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus, Saturn and Neptune. This retrograde chorus pulls everything inward like a tide rushing back from the shore revealing things long buried things we thought we had forgotten. When so many planets move backwards the world feels uncanny and doubled as though walking through a dream that knows too much. Conversations echo unexpectedly. Old stories return. Past versions of ourselves knock at the door wanting to be witnessed one last time. These retrogrades throw open the hidden cupboards of the psyche and scatter their contents across our emotional tables. Nothing is quite what it first appears to be and everything carries layers and shadows and secret meanings.

The New Moon is conjunct Mercury (who is, as I said above, retrograde) which creates a deep spiralling current through thought and word and intention. Communications feel sharpened yet strangely submerged. Things whispered have power. Things unspoken have even more. This aspect calls us inward into the sanctum of our own minds, urging us to trust the messages that emerge in solitude in the in between spaces where the ordinary world cannot intrude. Under this lunation words become spells with serpentine potency. Speak carefully. Think reverently. Listen for the whisper behind the whisper.

Uranus sextile Neptune forms a shimmering arc of magick between the unexpected and the mystical. This is the wild dream breaking open the waking world, the sudden sparkle of enchantment at the edge of vision. Strange insights arrive as if delivered by Faerie couriers. Symbolic truths swoop in like shooting stars. The veil thins into near transparency and synchronicities glow with otherworldly significance. This aspect awakens the witch within and turns coincidence into omen. Trust what flickers in the corners. Trust the strange. Trust the beautiful.

The New Moon opposite Uranus arrives like a lightning strike over dark water. A spell crack. A spirit shock. It breaks bindings and reveals what we have kept submerged under layers of emotional sediment. This is the tidal shift that pushes us into transformation even when we have been lingering on the edges of change. Expect plot twists. Expect revelations. Expect your own inner truth to rise like a leviathan from the deep.

Mercury opposite Uranus heightens this further creating a restless current of electrified thought. Ideas blast apart like sparks from witch fire. Conversations ripple with unpredictable energy. Messages may arrive in dreams, symbols, coincidences or sudden announcements. This is not a night for certainty but for revelation. Uranus does not speak plainly and Mercury retrograde listens through a cracked enchanted mirror. Insight comes in lightning flashes rather than steady lantern light.

The New Moon trine Neptune softens everything with a numinous glow. The waters deepen into sacred stillness. Intuition rises like incense. This trine brings a devotional quality to Scorpio’s intensity and invites us to drift gently into our own emotional underworld where healing can finally unfurl. It allows us to navigate the unseen path by feeling rather than thinking as if our spirits remember the way even when our minds do not.

Mercury trine Neptune braids enchantment into thought itself. Logic slips aside and the mind becomes an oracle. Memories transform into messages. Feelings speak in their own ancient language. This is the aspect of poets and dream walkers, of witches who read truths through sensation rather than argument. It reminds us to trust the inner voice, the subtle pulse, the soft knowing.

The New Moon and Mercury are conjunct the fixed star Toliman. A star associated with celestial guides, healers, mystics and those who walk between worlds. When the Moon touches Toliman she awakens old skills within us. The talents that once lived in our blood and bone. Ancestral memory stirs. Intuitive knowledge deepens. Toliman’s gentle yet profound light helps us navigate both the emotional and spiritual labyrinths of Scorpio season.

Uranus is conjunct the fixed star Alcyone, the luminous heart of the Pleiades. A star drenched in Faerie enchantment. Alcyone heightens emotion, intuition, beauty and at times sorrow. Under Uranus she becomes a fierce gleaming lantern revealing truths with startling clarity. This conjunction floods the inner world with Faerie glamour and prophetic vision. It shows us what must be released and what must be reborn.

Neptune is conjunct the fixed star Scheat, a star of deep water, deep feeling, deep imagination. Scheat is the star of purification through emotion and dream. It opens us to catharsis, to inspiration, to the vast reservoir of feeling that lives beneath our daily selves. Under this conjunction the psychic waters rise and with them visions long held at bay. Scheat washes away what no longer serves and leaves behind the pure shining core.

The overall meaning of this New Moon in Scorpio is one of revelation, transformation and sacred surrender. The retrogrades dredge up the buried. The Uranian oppositions break the bindings. The Neptunian trines cleanse the spirit. The fixed stars guide us through the labyrinth like ancient torch bearers. Over all of this reigns the Faerie Goddess Morgana La Fay Queen of Mists and Avalon. Lady of the liminal tides. Enchantress of sea fog, secrets and prophecy. Morgana is the weaver of shadow and light. The keeper of the apple groves, of healing. The whisperer of hidden truths. Her magick is tidal, lunar, serpentine. She calls us into the depths not to drown us but to transform us. She teaches through vision and glamour, offering initiation through revelation. Under her guidance this New Moon becomes a mirror of power and vulnerability where we are shown both our wounding and our potential for rebirth.

Enchantment: A spell for Morgana La Fay under the Scorpio New Moon
Gather a small black bowl of water, a sprig of rosemary, a silver coin, a few rose petals and a single strand of your own hair. Sit by an open window as twilight settles. Place the bowl before you and whisper your name into the water three times. Add the rosemary for protection, the silver coin for passage, the rose petals for her blessing and your hair for the bond between witch and Goddess. Hold your hands over the bowl and ask softly for Morgana’s guidance in revealing what must be released, what must be healed and what must be reborn. When you are ready, carry the bowl outside and pour the water at the base of a tree allowing the earth to take the offering and return its wisdom in its own time.

My loves this New Moon is not simple but it is holy. Sit with her. Listen. Let Morgana’s dark Faerie magick wrap around you like a silk cloak. And remember that in the deepest waters the truest light gleams. Blessed Be, and love,

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

05/11/2025

Merry meet my beloved ones, my tender hearts who gather with me here at The Burrow. Tonight the air is heavy with fragrance. The star jasmine, the gardenias, the tea roses, the hibiscus, the wild roadside blossoms are all unfurling under the early heat of late Spring. We stand upon the threshold of a Super Full Flower Moon in sensual, steady, fixed Earth Ta**us at 12:19am in the earliest breath of tomorrow, 6th November, Wednesday morning. Our Celtic ancestors called this the Flower Moon for the sheer riot of blooms that erupted across the hills and gentle valleys in this season. And it is Super because the Moon is closest to the Earth, appearing swollen, luminous, and near enough to touch if we could stand on the highest mountain and reach. This is not a subtle Moon. This is a Moon of embodiment, desire, appetite, and the deep pulse of the living world. She rises full and ripe and glowing like a great pearl laid upon the heavens. And though there are no direct planetary aspects to this Full Moon, she is anything but quiet. Instead she stands in silent command, anchored by two ancient fixed stars who whisper their own feral, fated songs into her bright silver heart.

Mars opposite Uranus
This current opposition is lightning and wildfire. It asks what we do when the urge for freedom becomes unbearable. Mars is our will, our action, our heat, and Uranus is disruption, awakening, revolution. Together they produce a crack in the wall of the ordinary. The question becomes: Where have you felt caged? Something inside wants to break the lock. A sudden change may come and it will not ask permission. The body knows first. The heart knows second. The mind argues last.

Mars trine Neptune
Here the heat of Mars is drenched in ocean mist. Will becomes dream, desire becomes intuition, and the edges between self and spirit soften. It is easier under this trine to act from faith rather than logic. We are guided by invisible tides, by whispers, by feelings that cannot be explained yet prove themselves true. It is the fire that burns beneath a veil of moonlit water. Sacred yearning. Sacred ache.

Uranus sextile Neptune
This is a quiet opening door. The future and the mystic are speaking to one another. The strange and the holy meet. Dreams feel prophetic. The veil is thin. The world almost shimmers at the edges. New visions come. New paths call. Something wakes inside you that has been sleeping for years.

Mars sextile Pluto
Here we step into power. This transit is a hand on the back guiding us deeper. It is not loud. It is deliberate. It says: Act, but act with purpose. It reminds us that strength does not need to shout. It simply needs to know itself. This is the strike that lands exactly where it must. Precision. Intuition sharpened to a blade.

Uranus trine Pluto
This is the tectonic shift. The ancient stone beneath the world is changing shape. The old structures tremble. The future is not born in comfort, but in the cracking open of worlds. Something within you is evolving beyond what you once believed possible. You are not who you were. Not anymore.

Neptune sextile Pluto
This is the deepest dream of the Earth. The collective unconscious hums like an ocean trench. We feel the ancient mysteries stirring. The soul calls. The past and future converge like waves folding over one another. Magic is not imagined now. It is real. It is in the soil. It is in your breath.

Fixed Star Almach
Almach is the star of the graceful, the fae touched, the one who moves between worlds. It brings charm, allure, luminous softness. Under Almach we become more sensitive to beauty and longing. It speaks of the glamour of the faeries, the velvet twilight between realms, the soul that dances barefoot through the wildflowers, speaking to the wind in a language older than memory.

Fixed Star Menkar
Menkar is the voice of the deep collective sea. It is the great whale song of humanity, the ancient unconscious rising like a tide. It represents forces larger than the individual. Under Menkar we feel the weight and wonder of destiny. We understand that we are threads in a vast tapestry, each movement touching every other. It can feel overwhelming, but it is sacred. It calls us to surrender to a story older than our names.

This Moon brings us back to the body, to the soft animal of our being, to the truth of flesh and sensation and longing. It asks us to feel rather than perform, to rest rather than prove, to taste rather than speak. Ta**us reminds us that we are made of earth and breath and memory. Under this Moon, we understand that desire is not a flaw, but a compass. Beauty is not luxury, but nourishment. Love is not weakness, but the pulse of the cosmos itself. The world is blooming. And so are you. This Moon asks us to surrender to what wants to live. To admit what we hunger for. To stand firm in our right to softness. To be unashamed of wanting.

Enchantment: Spell of Blooming Desire
To be done any time in the day or night within 72 hours of the Full Flower Moon.
Gather: One white candle, a handful of fresh flower petals (any blooms that call to you), a small bowl of water and a pinch of sugar or honey
Place the candle before you and surround it with the petals. Pour the water into the bowl and stir in the honey until sweet. Hold your hands above the flowers and whisper your desire aloud. Be honest. Be raw. Then dip your fingers into the sweetened water and touch your forehead, your heart, and your belly. Light the candle and say:

‘As the blooms open to the Sun,
So too does my life open to its rightful sweetness.
I am allowed to want.
I am allowed to receive.
So it is.’

Let the candle burn safely down.

Blessed Flower Moon, my loves.
May your heart unfurl like petals in warm wind.
May you take your sweetness unashamed.
May you bloom.

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

31/10/2025

Merry Meet and a Blessed Beltaine my darlings!

Here at The Burrow in Coffs Harbour the air is no longer merely warm but thick and breathing, like something old has stirred beneath the soil. The jasmine of early Spring has retreated now, leaving the roses to reign. Their petals swell open like flushed lips and secret hearts, wet with the recent rain. The days stretch longer and the nights soften like a sigh. Even the sea itself is changing. The ocean currents along our coast have begun to warm, sending soft bodied waves rolling to shore with a gentler touch than Winter could ever allow. The salt water begins to hold heat now, like an embrace, calling swimmers and spirits alike. The tide speaks in warmer whispers. The winds shimmer as though carrying names we once knew but have forgotten. And we stand now upon the trembling edge of Beltaine Eve, the ancient festival of fire, desire and awakening.

This holy tide was known to the Celtic ancestors long before the shadow of any church fell upon the earth. Before scripture, before sermons, there was only the land and the listening. Beltaine was the Great Marriage of Goddess and God, a consummation not symbolic but real as heat, real as pulse. Their union moved through the world like a shiver of wildfire. The earth trembled. Sap surged like blood. Every creature stirred with restless need. It was the moment when life stopped sleeping and began burning.

Great Beltaine Fires once roared atop the high hills, red and wild, calling the season forth. The smoke wound itself around the living and the beasts so they would be guarded, strengthened, consecrated. Lovers leapt the flames together so the year would remember their names. Dancers twined beneath the stars, barefoot and unashamed, their laughter carried to the ancestors who watched from the dark. Those fires did not simply warm bodies. They purified souls. They opened the hidden door between worlds.
And that door, yes that shimmering and perilous veil is thinner now than breath. Tonight and tomorrow the worlds touch. The Faerie Folk walk among us with quiet feet. Not the softened playthings of children’s stories but the true fae. The ones with eyes like wet moonstone and smiles that do not reach their gaze. The ones who move like they are remembering a dance older than language. Some luminous as pale dawn mist. Some sharp as bramble thorn. Some who leave blessings like flower crowns on pillows. Some who sit cross legged at the foot of your bed and watch you breathe.

There are Seelie fae who walk softly, who heal, who bring dreams, who coax blooms to unfurl.
There are Unseelie fae who slip along the edges of shadow and silence, who can twist a wish if spoken carelessly.
There are those who are neither court nor kin to any rule but their own.

Do not call them lightly.
Do not mock them ever.
Do not offer what you are not willing to lose.

This is the night to leave offerings at the garden threshold where the shadows gather. A cup of honeyed milk. A crumb of bread. A whisper of respect. And then step back. Do not watch. Do not wait. Let the offering simply be.

At The Burrow they are very near. The roses feel alive with names. The lavender hums even when no bees dance above it. The vines climb without hands. The grass gleams too green. The morning birdsong rings nearly unbearable in its richness. Baby birds. Baby lizards. Baby creatures everywhere like living prayers stitched into the world. Life has tipped her chalice and spilled the golden season across the earth.

This is a season of love yes but not only the gentle kind. This is the love that aches and grows and burns. The love of existence. The love of rising into oneself. The love of daring to become vast. This is the remembering that we are not embers. We are bonfires.

Enchantment: A Beltaine Spell for Love and Renewal

You will need a pink or red candle, fresh rose petals gathered with reverence preferably from your own garden, a pinch of dried basil, a spoon of honey and a bowl filled with clean water. At sunset (any day over the next two weeks) place the bowl before you and lay the rose petals upon the water’s surface like prayers. Touch the honey to your lips that sweetness may return or remain. Sprinkle the basil into the water while whispering your desire into the rising scent of leaves and bloom. Light the candle and gaze into the dancing flame as though gazing into your own awakened heart. Let the candle burn as you breathe the fire into your bones. When finished pour the water and petals at the roots of a flowering plant so the earth may carry your wish into being.

May your Beltaine burn warm and unafraid.
May the fae pass your home as wind through silk, leaving only blessing behind.
May the roses open to your longing.
And may the ocean and the fire and your heart rise together as one.

Blessed Beltaine my darling ones from The Burrow where the veil ripples like dark velvet parted by unseen hands and the night waits gently for you to step through, an may the peace of the Goddess be forever in your heart.

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

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