03/22/2026
This Spring Equinox, I find myself in quiet devotion to the blossoms… but with eyes that have been softened, sharpened, awakened by all that I have released. For this is not just a season of blooming, this is my reemergence.
A rising from the sacred death of all that could no longer hold me. The shedding… the distancing… the gentle, and sometimes not-so-gentle, unraveling from what was toxic, what was performative, what was never truly mine.
And oh… how the Earth whispers of this if we are willing to listen. The seasons… they are magic we have been taught to overlook. But not today. Not this Witchy Unicorn Auntie.
For the daffodils are not simply blooming, they are announcing. A chorus of color declaring: “You are allowed to begin again.”
The fire of Aries dances through the breeze, warming skin and spirit alike, reminding me. there is courage in becoming.
And somewhere between petal and flame,
I remembered… My blossoms this spring… they have full, unapologetic permission to be entirely new.
They do not owe allegiance to the past. They are not here to prove, to repeat, to resemble, they are here to be. Wild. Fragrant. Unapologetically alive.
It does not matter what passing eyes perceive, what stories are projected, what expectations attempt to tether. This bloom… is for me.
For in the quiet language between Mother Earth and the Divine Sky, I am learning to listen in frequencies that cannot be explained, only felt.
A sacred dialogue that grows clearer with each breath, guiding me to sit when the world screams “run,” to soften into yes when others insist on no, and to root deeply into no when I am demanded to say yes.
This is my alignment. This is my remembering. And I know… I speak in the spirals and stardust of Witchy Unicorn Auntie tongue. Not all will understand, yet. And that is more than okay. That is enough.
For now I will joyously commune with the earth, the air, the fire, the water and the star.
