25/08/2026
Can you feel the wisps of magic on the breeze? Blowing the witch-bells, shaking the leaves π
Summer into Autumn; mellowing, almost melancholy. Something to prepare for. On Sunday night, when all were asleep, I made elderberry syrup, scenting the silent house with cinnamon and ginger. Thanking Summer, welcoming Autumn π
Gift yourself time to sit with Full Moon on Friday, a partial lunar eclipse, with no agency, no intention, no pressure, just beginning to drop down into ourselves. To quieten, to listen, as we move into the darker, quieter, more reflective, part of the year ππ