The Witch of Wands reaches up to the Moon. Her fire is her signal, an invitation to magic. She stands tall, reaching high.

the space between/
balance of/
shift back and forth between
structure and freedom. commitment and spontaneity.
Doing the work, seeing it through, and still being open to what’s new and exciting.

An altar to witness my commitment to self in an anxious, stuck-feeling moment.

May I allow what is incubating within me
the time and space
to come forth slowly,
in its own way.

Keep it spacious, grounded in intention and mystery, and led by desire.

It is midwinter. The trees are bare, there is little green among the greys and the browns.
There are seeds, hidden, unseen, in the cold, damp earth.

Let us be here, now, in this moment. Nothing more.

Let us be present.

Can I listen?

Can I learn to listen?

“What would it look like, to centre desire?”