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The Burrow, North Boambee Valley (2025)

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

21/10/2025

My dearest Magickal friends. Tonight, beneath the velvet hush of Spring’s deepening night, the New Moon in the Cardinal Air sign of Libra rises at 11:25pm, veiled in silken shadow and whispering her quiet magick across the gardens and hearths of those who listen. The year is quickening now, moving with the restless beauty of the season. The jasmine has faded, yet the roses tremble with life, and the faeries are restless in their green chambers, readying their wings for the great dance of Beltaine soon to come. We are called now to balance between what we desire and what we are becoming, and to bring stillness and sweetness into our homes as the winds of Spring stir every curtain and thought.

The New Moon quincunx Saturn speaks of discipline and discomfort entwined like ivy around an ancient post. Saturn, the old teacher, presses his cold palm against our chests, asking if we are ready to bear responsibility for the beauty we dream of. Under this aspect, the faeries of stone and root awaken, those who live in the cracks of the old walls and foundations. They remind us that real harmony is not always soft; it is earned through effort and steadiness. If you have felt uncertain or weary, know this Moon demands patience and commitment, the quiet kind that turns chaos into ritual and duty into grace.

The New Moon quincunx Neptune drifts through the veils of mist and longing. Neptune is the ocean dreamer, pulling at our hearts like tides that never sleep. The faeries of mist and reflection rise under this aspect, glimmering along the dew laden grass, whispering promises and illusions. Beware the shimmering fogs of fantasy now, for what you see may not be what it seems. Yet if you stay still, if you listen, these same fae will guide you gently toward inspiration, intuition, and art. This is the magickal realm of imagination purified by truth, a time to trust your dreams, but not to drown within them.

Fixed Star Izar, in the constellation of Bootes the Herdsman, shines above this New Moon with a curious dual nature, one of love’s yearning and the fire of beauty bound to conflict. The Herdsman, the great celestial guardian, walks through the stars with his staff of light, keeping the balance between chaos and creation. Izar itself is known as “the veil”, a binary star of golden and sapphire fire, reflecting both harmony and tension. Its light reminds us of the faeries of twilight, those who dwell in thresholds between one world and another. Under Izar’s watch, our desires are illuminated and tested. What we seek to bind ourselves to now must be worthy of us, not born of vanity, but of soul.

Altogether, this New Moon in Libra whispers of equilibrium, of beauty restored through reflection and effort. It is not the easy kind of balance that floats like blossom on the breeze; it is the weighty, exquisite kind that takes shape through choice, forgiveness, and self knowledge. The faeries of the household and garden are especially active now, eager to assist any witch who clears her home, freshens her altar, and tends her hearth. As the veil to Beltaine thins and the year gallops toward its bright crescendo, let your Spring cleaning become an act of devotion. Polishing mirrors, sweeping corners, shaking curtains as though to banish stale thought and summon peace. The fae adore order and light made by mortal hands, and they will bless you for it.

Enchantment: For this New Moon, gather a silver candle, a sprig of lavender for calm, a pinch of pink salt for purification, and a few rose petals for beauty and love. Place them together in a shallow bowl beside an open window where the night air moves gently. Light the candle and whisper:
“Moon of balance, dark yet fair,
Bring peace to heart and home and air,
By faerie grace and mortal will,
Let beauty bloom and time be still.”
Let the candle burn while you tidy or polish a single space in your home, however small. The act itself is the spell. Movement made sacred beneath the Libran Moon. When the flame fades, scatter the rose petals at your threshold to welcome sweetness into your days.

So, my darlings, as the shadows of Spring lengthen and the scent of Beltaine draws near, breathe deeply of this moment. The Moon is new, the world is quickening, and you, bright, wild, weary creature, are being reshaped in love and magick.

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

06/10/2025

My darlings. The Full Pink Moon rises tomorrow, Tuesday the 7th of October at 2:47 in the afternoon, burning through the golden sky in the Cardinal Fire sign of Aries. Though here in the South it crowns our bright Spring, the Celtic Ancestors called this the Pink Moon for the dusky wildflowers that opened across their meadows at this time of year. It was the Moon of renewal, of fresh colour after cold greyness, and the faeries danced across the thawing fields scattering petals like blushes of new life. In our Southern Spring, we may borrow their laughter for the rosebuds now unfurling and the quickening hum of bees. The air itself feels younger beneath this light.

This Full Moon stands beneath Mercury square Pluto, sharpening the mind like a blade and forcing hidden truths to the surface. It is a whisper from the underworld, fierce and unstoppable, where words become spells and secrets turn to keys. The fae are drawn to such power and may whisper riddles through the leaves, revealing what was buried long ago, so listen with your heart and your courage alike.

Mercury forms a quincunx to Venus, creating a tension between heart and thought, between what we feel and what we can express. Love and communication stumble like mismatched dancers under the gaze of watchful sprites. Yet if one listens carefully, their laughter shows the way through, teaching us that beauty and reason can share a single breath if we let them.

Another quincunx ties Mercury to Neptune, fogging logic and letting dreams take root in speech. It is the aspect of glamour and illusion, of faerie glamours that shimmer and then vanish. Be careful not to promise what your spirit cannot hold, but dare to imagine what your waking self cannot yet name.

Uranus sextile Neptune electrifies the soul. It is the quicksilver dance between vision and invention, as if every fae light that flits between stars holds a new idea. The human mind under this influence is open and electric, ready to taste revelation. The dreamer becomes the pioneer, and the pioneer finds poetry in the unknown.

Uranus trine Pluto is a wild rebirth. Fire meeting the deep earth, the phoenix stirring under stone. The Old Ways shake and split, but beneath them rises a new enchantment. The faeries of change hover around this flame, their wings like molten glass, reminding us that destruction and creation are lovers.

Neptune sextile Pluto drapes the world in mystery. It deepens every dream, blurs every boundary between living and spirit. The veils thin not only at Beltaine and Samhain but at any hour when these two outer lords touch hands, and their meeting now opens a hidden door. Expect to sense the unseen. Faerie eyes in the dew, ghosts in the candle’s reflection, ancient echoes in running water.

High above, the Constellation Andromeda glimmers, the chained maiden who became a Queen among stars, teaching us that constraint may yet lead to sovereignty. The Fixed Star Alpheratz shines at her head, the freedom star, marking release from confinement. It reminds us that even when bound, our spirits remain vast. The faeries love her light, for it gleams with courage and grace under duress.

Altogether this Full Pink Moon burns with awakening. It is the Moon of self assertion, the stirring of courage, the quickening of the will. Its fire calls us out of hesitation and into living colour, into action and passion. Yet it also warns of pride, impatience, and words spoken too sharply. The fae hover around our tempers, laughing at our sparks, and urge us to turn that flame to creation rather than quarrel. It is a night for dancing barefoot on the earth, for calling your name into the wind until it answers.

For those who wish to work with this light, here is a spell for courage and renewal beneath the Full Pink Moon.

Gather a single rosebud, a sprig of fresh lavender, a drop of honey, and a pink candle. Light the candle and set the flowers before it. As you breathe, feel the faerie folk drawing close. Not to grant, but to mirror the beauty that is already yours. Drip the honey onto the rose and speak softly:

'By the flame and the bloom and the sweetness of Spring
By the song of the fae on a silver wing
I call my courage, I claim my fire
To live, to love, to speak desire.'

Chant the verse three times while the candle burns, then leave the rosebud by your door as an offering to the faeries of dawn. When you wake, take its scent into your heart, for it will be the scent of your own brave rebirth.

And so the Full Pink Moon rises, its fire spilling across The Burrow and beyond, awakening every sleeping petal and half forgotten dream. May its light find you, my darling friends, and remind you that the world itself is enchanted when you choose to see it so.

Tori, The Burrow Witch
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22/09/2025

Good evening, my beloveds, from my little Burrow where the dawn this morning was soft and strange, as if the world itself were holding its breath. This morning at 5:54am we were wrapped in the shadowed embrace of the New Moon in Libra, veiled by the magick of a partial solar eclipse. It felt as though the air itself was charged, as though the great cosmic scales were being reset before my very eyes. Libra calls for harmony, but this is not the harmony of still waters. This is the harmony of perfect tension, the bowstring drawn tight before the arrow flies, the moment before transformation truly begins.

The New Moon opposite Saturn weighed heavy like the cool hand of fate, pressing responsibility upon our shoulders, asking us to answer for where we have strayed and to commit to the path ahead.

Mars quincunx Saturn was a splinter under the skin, a restless hum that will not be ignored, demanding patience while every bone in the body cries out to act.

The New Moon semisextile Mars breathed a subtle flame beneath the surface, like coals smouldering, urging quiet, careful movement. A single deliberate step rather than a heedless leap.

The Irritation Triangle of Moon, Mars and Saturn prickled like bramble thorns, impossible to ignore, asking us to transform irritation into insight, discomfort into resolve.

Uranus trine Pluto shimmered like starlight on deep water, promising liberation through upheaval, revolution through the breaking open of what has grown too rigid.

Saturn conjunct Neptune summoned dreams with weight, visions that might be given flesh if we are willing to sculpt them with our own hands, turning mist into stone.

Fixed Star Markeb lent the energy of safe passage, the sense of an unseen keel steadying us as we cross storm dark seas toward the dawn.

This New Moon eclipse is a liminal doorway, a place where the old skin is shed, where the threads of fate are cut and rewoven into patterns that better fit the soul we are becoming.

And now we walk toward the light of the Spring Equinox, Ostara’s dawn, which will rise over us tomorrow, Tuesday 23rd September. The days and nights stand equal, hand in hand, just for a moment before the scales tip toward warmth, light, and awakening. The Goddess Ostara walks the fields once more, her feet scattering blossoms, her hair scented with the perfume of growth. In my own garden the jasmine has had its last sigh, but my lavender is in flower and the rosebuds are swelling, and the air is filled with the promise of the season to come. The fae are laughing again, dancing between the stems of lavender, brushing past the opening roses, and leaving their mischief on the air.

Tonight, as the stars prick the sky, I shall cast a spell for Ostara’s blessing. (Anytime over the next two weeks are fine) Take a white egg, pure as the first light of dawn, and paint it with the green of new shoots. Place three fresh rosebuds around it, and scatter sprigs of lavender like faery offerings. A little bowl of honey for sweetness, a small vessel of fresh water from the garden, and a candle of pale green or blush pink for life renewed. Light the flame and whisper this charm three times as the candle burns:

Come, fair Ostara, dawn of the year
Bless my home and all I hold dear
Awaken love, let sorrow cease
Bring to my hearth your light and peace
Let the candle burn as you breathe the scent of the lavender, feeling her blessing curl through every corner of your house and every hidden corner of your heart.

The wheel turns, my dear ones. The darkness falls away and we are reborn.

Tori, The Burrow Witch ###ooo

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