January 19: Dark Moon Magic

Since my last post, national and global situations have escalated, and tensions will crackle until there’s justice for all who are being harmed. Although many are doing so much, so much more is needed. It was easy to feel overwhelmed, afraid, or helpless. Slowly, consciously, I began focusing on different things, and that made a difference.

Hours sitting beside the ocean, feeling the waves crash on the beach has perhaps been most effective in resetting my vibrations. My mind has stayed quiet while watching sunsets, an occasional sunrise, the moon, and the dozens and dozens of bright pink buds on the cactus beside the bus. I found myself begrudgingly cooking more meals, and washing more dishes. Because ants had found their way onto the bus on one of those beach days, I’ve been forced to keep everything extra clean. I began seeing, much to my mother’s delight I imagine, that I was more relaxed when everything was tidy. Spending time with both Robin and Sunshine heals and resets my energies, and that’s boosted with the contact I do have virtually with others. Those peaceful moments began adding up and I kept reminding myself that joy, art, beauty, and love are also acts of resistance. 

I think the last chunk of hope and groundedness came from reconnecting to the power of magic. Much of that has been reviewing oracle decks for Pagan Pages, which got me drawing more cards, which got me reflecting and journaling. I fell into WitchTok where I got bits of inspiration. While driving through town the other day, I passed a large cemetery and remembered I had a spell I wanted to do the next time I got to one. When I passed it again returning by on another road, it was a sign to turn in. And then for last night’s dark moon, I was moved do some kitchen magic. I went to sleep sometime after with that with the circle I cast still up.

This morning I was woken before dawn by a screaming cat, who, it turned out, was announcing the shit show to come. The good news is that that, too, kept the local and global atrocities at bay for the time it took to handle it.

Have yourself a magical Monday.

Lynn Woike