A Love Letter for the Full Sturgeon Moon + Lunar Eclipse Hello, Moon Lover. Some Full Moons illuminate what has been quietly waiting for us to see, and some eclipses pull us closer to the mystery, reminding us that transformation is happening even when we cannot yet see the whole story. Tonight, we receive both. Here in Sonoma County, La Luna rises at approximately 7:39pm PT, already moving through a powerful partial lunar eclipse. By 9:12pm, the eclipse reaches its maximum, with nearly all of the Moon slipping into Earth’s darkest shadow, and just six minutes later, at approximately 9:18pm, the Moon reaches her fullest expression in Pisces. The partial eclipse continues until 10:51pm, with the final traces of Earth’s shadow leaving La Luna around 12:01am. So if the skies cooperate tonight, look toward the east as darkness settles in. We may see La Luna emerge from the horizon already transformed, eventually taking on that otherworldly coppery-red glow that happens when Earth’s shadow falls across her face. And somewhere beneath that same Moon, I imagine so many of us looking up together. (Cue Fievel singing Somewhere Out There from An American Tail…) The word that has been circling me for this Moon is surrender. S-U-R-R-E-N-D-E-R Surrender has become such an interesting word for me because I once understood it mostly through the language of release, while these days I experience it much more as an invitation into trust. Surrender softens our hands around the outcome while keeping us deeply devoted to what is ours to tend, creating space for life to surprise us and for possibilities we may never have imagined. We give others the freedom to walk their own paths, allow answers to reveal themselves in their own timing, welcome dreams as they change shape, and open ourselves to receiving what wants to find us. And perhaps most beautifully, we learn to let the mystery remain mysterious. Pisces knows something about this. As the final sign of the zodiac, she carries the wisdom of water… the intuitive knowing that there are moments for movement and moments for stillness, currents we choose and currents that carry us somewhere we never imagined going. Water doesn’t lose its essence when it changes form; it simply meets what is here and continues becoming. Tonight’s Pisces eclipse feels like an invitation into that same sacred fluidity: trust ourselves enough to meet life as it unfolds. And when I look back over this month, I realize surrender has quietly been the golden thread running through so much of what I have been living and writing. At Lion’s Gate, I found myself thinking about presence and the sacredness of inhabiting the life that is already here. When I wrote my anniversary love letter to Zuli, I found myself marveling at everything that had arrived because I followed the red threads and left room for wonder. My birthday brought reflection on another trip around the Sun and what it means to love deeply while loosening my grip around outcomes so I can tend what is actually mine to tend. And then this week, life carried me back without going backward, reminding me that our past can become sacred ground when we gather its wisdom and choose, sovereignly, what we carry forward. Different stories. Same golden thread. Presence. Trust. Open hands. Sovereignty. Surrender. Perhaps surrender is one of the deepest ways we can participate in our lives, becoming even more present to what is here and rooted in what we know to be ours to tend. We honor others by allowing them what is theirs, trust ourselves to meet what unfolds, and leave a little sacred space for God, the Divine, our ancestors, La Luna, and the beautiful intelligence of life itself to tend the rest. That is the surrender I am carrying beneath the Moon tonight. Those of you who have been here a while know how much I love soaking my baubles, crystals, and water in moonbeams, but tonight I’m giving La Luna and my treasures a little space. Traditions around eclipses vary, and while some intentionally create eclipse water or charge sacred objects beneath them, this Moon feels like an invitation for me to simply be with her, receiving rather than preserving the experience. My crystals will sit beside me, and when my ritual is complete, I’ll return the water I use to the Earth with gratitude. If eclipse water is calling to you, follow that nudge. Set your water beneath La Luna with a clear intention, perhaps asking it to hold the energy of transformation, surrender, intuition, or trust, and save it for a future ritual when you feel called to work with that medicine. As for me, tonight I’ll stand beneath Her with open hands and allow whatever wisdom is meant for me to find its way home. Two Ways to Meet La Luna Tonight Choose whichever ritual feels like yours. As I wrote beneath last month’s Full Moon, sacred practice has become simpler for me with time. Our rituals become powerful because we bring ourselves to them. 1: The Open Hands Ritual Bring a bowl of water, moonstone, aquamarine, or labradorite, your journal, and a little lavender or frankincense. Place the bowl where it can reflect the night sky, anoint your wrists or heart with (properly diluted) essential oil, and sit beneath La Luna with your palms resting open on your lap. Let the water become your teacher for a few moments. Notice its willingness to receive, reflect, and move. Then ask yourself quietly: What is mine to lovingly tend, and what am I ready to entrust to something greater than myself? When you are ready, dip your fingertips into the water and touch them to your heart, blessing yourself with the intention to move forward with open hands. Then take your bowl of water into the garden. Find a plant, tree, or patch of Earth that has held beauty for you this season and slowly return the water to the soil. You might gather a few spent blossoms or fallen leaves along the way and add them to your compost, noticing how naturally the Earth receives what has completed its season and transforms it into nourishment for what comes next. As you pour the water onto the Earth, offer this blessing: Mother Earth, receive what has completed its season. La Luna, illuminate what is ready to transform. May I trust the wisdom of timing, the sacredness of change, and the life already stirring within the unknown. May everything I lovingly return become nourishment for what comes next. And so it is. 2: The Sacred Unknown Ritual For this one, bring amethyst, a candle, your journal, and jasmine or lavender. Light your candle, hold the amethyst at your heart, and write one question you have been carrying… something whose answer has felt especially important. Then, instead of answering it, fold the paper. Place it beneath your crystal. Sit beneath the Moon and practice being with the question. Let curiosity soften the urgency for answers, and let possibility open the door beyond certainty, creating space to rest in the sacred unknown and trust what has yet to reveal itself. Close by whispering: I trust the wisdom within me. I trust what is revealing itself. I trust what is mine to tend. I trust the mystery to tend the rest. Three Women to Sit Beside Tonight If you enjoy choosing a goddess, mystic, or feminine archetype to explore during a lunar cycle, three women feel especially beautiful for this Moon. Quan Yin | China and East Asia | Buddhist tradition Quan Yin, also known as Guanyin, is the beloved bodhisattva of compassion in East Asian Buddhism, with roots in the Indian Buddhist figure Avalokiteshvara. Over centuries, she came to be widely represented in China in feminine form and became associated with mercy, compassion, and hearing the cries of those who suffer. Her medicine for this Moon is the surrender that comes through a softened heart, reminding us that tenderness can coexist with tremendous strength. She invites us to meet ourselves and others with compassion while trusting that love does not need to control the path another soul chooses. Inanna | Ancient Sumer, present-day Iraq | Mesopotamian religion Inanna is one of the great goddesses of ancient Sumer, associated with love, fertility, power, sexuality and war. Her famous descent into the Underworld feels especially resonant beneath an eclipse. As she passes through seven gates, she relinquishes a piece of her royal adornment at each one until she enters the depths stripped of the symbols of her worldly power. Her story carries the wisdom of descent, surrender and eventual return, reminding us that there are seasons when transformation asks us to enter the unknown and trust that what is essential within us will remain. Mother Mary | Ancient Judea, present-day Israel and Palestinian territories | Christian tradition Mary, the Jewish mother of Jesus who became one of Christianity’s most beloved sacred figures, embodies a deeply devotional form of surrender. Her story begins with a courageous yes to a future she could not possibly have understood in its fullness. Across Catholic and Orthodox traditions in particular, Mary has become an enduring symbol of faith, maternal love, compassion and devotion. For this Pisces Moon, I am drawn to the quiet strength within her willingness to trust the sacred unfolding of her life, one faithful step at a time. Choose the woman who whispers to you, pour yourself something delicious, and spend a little time with her story tonight. Perhaps notice which expression of surrender your soul is craving right now: Quan Yin’s compassionate softness, Inanna’s courageous descent into transformation, or Mary’s devotional trust in the sacred unknown. Beneath the Moon And if your ritual tonight is simply sitting outside with a journal while La Luna moves through Earth’s shadow, that is sacred too. Perhaps begin here: Where in my life would surrender create more spaciousness, possibility, or peace? What is truly mine to tend in this season… and what am I ready to place into the hands of the Divine? Where is life inviting me to trust what is unfolding before I know how the story ends? Tonight, as Earth’s shadow moves across La Luna, I keep thinking about how beautifully the Moon demonstrates something we so easily forget: being temporarily hidden does not diminish our wholeness. She remains whole beneath the shadow. And so do we. May this Full Sturgeon Moon bless the places within you that are learning to trust. May her waters soften your hands around whatever you have been holding too tightly. May you recognize the golden threads already weaving their way through your life, and may you feel deeply supported as you tend what is yours and entrust the rest to the sacred unknown. I’ll meet you beneath Her tonight. Open hands… Open heart… and a little room left for wonder. Wrapping you in moonbeams,

Lion’s Gate arrives with an invitation to expand, create, receive, and courageously inhabit the life that is calling us. This year, I’m exploring that invitation through the lens of presence and the realization that the woman we have been waiting to become is already here. Inside this love letter, I’m sharing why 8/8 holds such a tender place in my own heart, along with eight simple ways to weave a little Lion’s Gate magic into your day, a golden thread ritual, wishes both wild and wonderfully ordinary, a little sunshine and sweetness, and journal prompts to help you listen for what is ready to come alive within you. Hello, fellow moon lover. There are certain dates that seem to shimmer on the calendar before we ever arrive at them, and 8/8 has always been one of those days for me. It is Lion’s Gate. It is Leo season. It is birthday month, and today marks exactly two weeks until my birthday. There is something about this stretch of August that has always felt warm and golden and full of possibility to me, as if the Sun itself is reminding me to turn toward life with my whole heart. And August 8 holds another very tender thread in my story. On August 8, 2003, my paternal grandfather ascended. So each year, Lion’s Gate arrives carrying all of its beautiful symbolism of expansion, abundance, courage, creativity, personal power, intuition, and heart-led expression, while 8/8 itself also carries something deeply personal for me... the memory of someone I loved, and still love, very much. I want to be thoughtful about keeping those two things distinct. Remembrance is part of my relationship with August 8, rather than a traditional meaning of Lion’s Gate itself. What I love is the way a sacred day can hold its collective meaning while also meeting each of us inside the very human stories of our own lives. And this year, those two threads seem to be meeting for me in one beautiful word... Presence. I’ve been thinking so much lately about the woman we are becoming, and about the beautiful truth that we are always changing. The conversations we have, the choices we make, the heartbreaks we move through, the boundaries we learn to hold, the courage we gather, and the tenderness we allow all shape us little by little. We are continually learning and expanding, and tomorrow’s version of us will carry something today’s version has not yet discovered. And at the same time, there is something incredibly powerful in realizing that a version of the woman we have spent years becoming is already here. She is here today. Perhaps there was a time when you dreamed of having the wisdom you carry now, or the courage you have now, or the boundaries you have now. Perhaps you once longed for the freedom, relationships, home, work, spiritual connection, or self-trust that is woven into your life today. There will always be another horizon, another dream, another layer of healing, another beautiful edge inviting us to expand. That is part of being alive. And we also get to enjoy the woman who has already arrived. We get to wear the dress, take the trip, begin the thing, make the oil, stand in the sunshine, use the beautiful dishes, celebrate ourselves, take up space, and eat the dessert as the women we are right now. Maybe this Lion’s Gate can be an invitation to allow the light to illuminate what is already here, while giving us the courage to live more fully from that place. And perhaps this is why I’ve been thinking so much about Grandpa. Some of the most precious memories of my childhood live on my grandparents’ farm. I loved riding beside Grandpa in the Big Red Combine, looking out over the fields while we moved through them together. At the time, I was simply a little girl riding in the combine with her grandpa. I had no idea I was gathering moments that I would still be carrying in my heart decades later. Isn’t that how so many sacred moments happen? We are simply living them. Then, years later, we look back and realize... Ohhh... that was one of the moments. Grandpa was a quiet, reserved man, stoic and a man of few words, and still, he always received my hugs. He also loved a little something sweet at the end of a meal. Strawberries with cream and ice cream are the desserts I remember most, although there is one particular cinnamon roll that has lived in my memory all these years. One day, Grandpa took me uptown for coffee and a cinnamon roll. This was usually something I did with my beloved Grammy, so the fact that he was taking me felt especially important. We went to Smokey Hollow and sat at the bar, and no, it wasn’t that kind of bar. 😂 I remember looking at the cinnamon rolls sitting on the counter beneath one of those big plastic covers that looked like something straight out of an old diner on television, choosing mine, and feeling incredibly grown up and special. Then Grandpa taught me how to put a little pat of butter on top and watch it melt down into the warm, gooey center. That center bite was our favorite. Even now, I can picture it. I can remember sitting beside him. I can remember how special it felt to have been invited along. And then there was Grandpa’s relationship with our 1980s Valley Girl vocabulary. He used to offer my sister and me a dollar a day if we could make it through the day without using the word like inappropriately. So, like, if we totally, like, talked like Valley Girls all day... our dollar disappeared pretty quickly. I can only imagine his reaction to today’s texting abbreviations and shortcuts, although I can almost hear his German voice giving us his wonderfully distinctive... “Ooohhhhkkkkhhh.” His version of ugh. And if you had a German grandfather, you probably know exactly the sound I mean. It was that unmistakable, slightly guttural German expression that somehow managed to communicate an entire paragraph without using an actual word. My Grammy made the same sound in her own Grammy voice, which somehow made it even better. Even writing it now, I can hear them both. And it still makes me laugh. These are the memories I hold. A combine. A hug received by a stoic man. Strawberries and cream. A cinnamon roll with butter melting into the center. A dollar bill hanging in the balance every time one of his granddaughters opened her mouth. They were ordinary moments when I lived them, and today they are treasures. Maybe that is one of the gifts Grandpa’s memory is giving me this 8/8. Be here for your life. Little me was fully inside that cinnamon roll moment. I was eating it, watching the butter melt, feeling grown up, sitting beside my Grandpa, and enjoying the sweetness of being chosen to go along. I was living it. And today, I get to do the same. I can dream enormous dreams while savoring the life already surrounding me. I can call in what is next while loving what is here. I can honor the woman I continue to become while celebrating the woman who has already arrived. There is room for all of it. So this year, rather than simply offering you a Lion’s Gate ritual, I wanted to give you eight little ways to weave the energy of 8/8 through your day. Choose the ones that delight you. Let them become invitations to slow down, listen, play, dream, create, act, receive, and savor. Because perhaps the most beautiful ritual is the one that brings you more fully into relationship with your own life. 8 Simple Ways to Honor the 8/8 Lion’s Gate 1. Receive the Sun Find a beautiful patch of sunlight and stand inside it for one quiet minute, letting yourself feel the warmth wherever it lands on your skin. Imagine each warm spot as a tiny golden doorway, or perhaps a tiny yes from the Universe, reminding you of your own radiance, vitality, creativity, courage, and capacity to receive. Place one hand over your heart and one over your solar plexus and breathe. I receive the light.I honor the light within me.I welcome what is ready to meet me. Then linger for another moment simply because the sunshine feels good. 2. Make a Little Bottle of Sunshine Today I am making Sun Oil with dried calendula from my garden, and I love the idea of these tiny golden flowers holding a little of August’s warmth for me to return to later. If creating an herbal oil is already part of your practice, you might make your own calendula Sun Oil, infusing it with intentions of vitality, confidence, creativity, courage, joy, abundance, or whatever feels most alive for you. As I prepare mine, I will hold the jar between my hands and whisper: May this oil remind me of my courage,my radiance,my joy,and the sacred fire that has always lived within me. There is something so beautiful about creating a tangible reminder of the light we are experiencing today, something our future selves can hold in their hands and remember. 3. Leave a Little Room for Magic Give yourself one open pocket of time today. Twenty minutes might be enough. An hour might feel luxurious. Let it belong completely to you. Take your favorite cuppa outside, wander through the garden, sit beneath a tree, pull a card, listen to music, lie in the grass, or simply follow whatever catches your attention. Lion’s Gate is often associated with heightened intuition and synchronicity, so allow yourself to notice what finds you while continuing to live your own beautiful story. A song might arrive at exactly the right moment. An old idea may suddenly feel alive again. Someone might say the exact words you needed to hear. Receive the synchronicities with curiosity, then return to the life unfolding right in front of you. Sometimes spaciousness itself is the ritual. 4. Make Two Wishes Take a piece of paper and write down two wishes. Let one be wildly, deliciously enormous, the kind of wish that makes you blush a little when you admit how much you want it. Then write one beautifully ordinary wish. Maybe you want to create something that reaches thousands of women... and maybe you also want more mornings drinking coffee outside. Maybe you want an extraordinary love... and you also want fresh flowers on the kitchen table more often. Maybe you want financial abundance... and you also want enough spaciousness to make dinner slowly. Let both desires matter. Then ask yourself: How can I begin meeting each of these desires today? I suspect some of the most ordinary wishes become the very fabric of a beautiful life. 5. Tie a Golden Thread to the Woman Who Is Already Here This one feels especially tender to me this year. Find a piece of golden thread, ribbon, twine, or even a beautiful strand of dried grass and hold it between your hands. Close your eyes and meet the woman who is here. You. Today. Feel into everything she has already lived, learned, loved, survived, created, released, discovered, and become. Then tie one loose knot in your golden thread. Leave a little room in the knot because there will always be space for growth, surprise, discovery, and expansion. And as you tie it, say: I honor who I have been.I welcome all that I am becoming.I celebrate the woman who is already here. Then ask yourself one beautiful question: What have I been saving for the woman I thought I needed to become? Listen for the answer. And if you can, give some piece of it to yourself today. Wear it.Book it.Begin it.Say it.Make it.Taste it.Write it.Enjoy it. Let the golden thread become a reminder that your becoming is alive and unfolding... and you get to live while it does. 6. Light the Flame and Take the Step Light a gold, yellow, orange, or white candle and bring one dream, desire, idea, or decision into your awareness. Then ask yourself: What is one brave, loving action I can take to participate in creating this? Perhaps Lion’s Gate becomes even more powerful when we see ourselves as co-creators of what comes next. Let the flame illuminate your next step, however small it may be. Write the email. Make the call. Create the page. Speak the truth. Say yes. Say no. Begin. Before you extinguish your candle, whisper: The flame remembers what I have chosen. Then carry that little spark with you into action. 7. Become Part of the Abundance As you move through your day, choose one person and silently offer them a blessing. It might be someone you adore or someone whose name you will never know, the person making your coffee, the woman beside you in the grocery aisle, someone walking their dog, or the person in the car next to you at a stoplight. Silently offer: May something become easier for you. May the answer you’ve been waiting for find you. May you feel deeply loved today. May something beautiful surprise you. I love the idea that on a day associated with abundance and expansion, we can participate in that energy by becoming part of the abundance moving through the world. We receive. We create. And we give. 8. Eat the Dessert Oh yes, Beloved. Eat the dessert. Have the strawberries and cream. Scoop the ice cream. Buy the cinnamon roll. Use the pretty plate. Add the little pat of butter and watch it melt right into the gooey center. And then taste it. Really taste it. Let yourself enjoy the sweetness that is here today, because so much of a beautiful life is made from moments we cannot possibly know will someday become sacred memories. The combine rides.The kitchen tables.The gardens.The coffee dates.The hugs.The inside jokes.The dollar bills we probably didn’t earn because we said like too many times.The cinnamon rolls.The people sitting beside us. Perhaps the sweetest offering we can make to the lives we are creating is to fully inhabit the lives we already have. So take the best bite. Close your eyes. Let yourself savor it. And perhaps whisper: Thank you for this life. Thank you for this moment. Thank you for the sweetness already here. A Little Lion’s Gate Journaling For many years, I have returned to some of the same questions during Lion’s Gate, and I love what happens when an old question meets a woman who has lived another year. The questions may remain, while our answers deepen and change. This year, I am especially sitting with these: What is already true about me that I once hoped I would someday become? Where is joy asking to be experienced more fully in my life right now? What have I been saving for someday that I am ready to choose today? What impossible desire is asking for my courage, and what beautifully ordinary desire is asking for my attention? If an old dream is returning, how am I ready to meet it differently now? What is one brave action I can take in partnership with the life I desire? Where is life inviting me to be more fully present with what is already here? And perhaps the question at the center of everything I’m feeling this year... If I truly believed the woman I have been waiting for is already here, how would I love and live this day? Beloved, Lion’s Gate invites us to look toward possibility, to dream, expand, create, listen, receive, and step more courageously into the radiant, heart-centered expression associated with Leo. And I think there is room within all of that expansion for a beautiful paradox. We are becoming... and we have already arrived. We can dream about tomorrow while tasting today’s sweetness. We can honor who we were, adore who we are, and remain wildly curious about who we will be. We can make the enormous wish and treasure the ordinary moment. We can reach toward the stars while standing barefoot in the garden. And maybe today, we can look around at the woman we have spent all these years becoming and finally recognize her. Ohhh... there you are. Stand in the sunshine, Beloved. Make something beautiful. Leave room for magic. Wish wildly. Tie the golden thread. Take the brave step. Bless someone. And please... eat the dessert. Happy Lion’s Gate, beautiful soul. Happy 8/8. With all the Lioness love + golden light in me honoring all the light in you, Share

An August Full Moon letter about remembering who you are, trusting your soul, and embracing the courage to shine. Dearest moon-loving soul sibling, Welcome home. There is something different about this Full Moon. Can you feel it too? Some moons arrive like a gentle whisper, softly inviting us to slow down and listen. Others arrive with the unmistakable presence of a sacred drum, calling us to remember who we are. This moon feels like the latter. She arrives during the heart of Leo Season while the Lion’s Gate portal is opening, offering a beautiful invitation to step more fully into the sacred essence you were born to radiate. Whether you have Leo written all over your birth chart or simply love someone who carries that radiant lion-hearted spirit, I believe we all have a little Leo within us. She is the part of us that longs to create without apology, to love with our whole heart, to laugh from our belly, to dance because the music moves us, and to share our gifts without shrinking ourselves to make others comfortable. She reminds us that joy is sacred and that living fully is never selfish. It is a gift we offer the world. Every time one of us chooses to live authentically, we quietly give another woman permission to do the same. To me, that is collective healing. This Full Moon feels like a mirror held gently before us. Rather than asking us to focus on what is broken or what still needs to be healed, she reflects just how beautifully we’ve already grown while illuminating the gifts, dreams, and truths that are ready to be expressed more boldly. If you’ve been quietly wondering, “Is it finally time?” perhaps this moon is smiling back at you and gently whispering... Yes. You were created to radiate your sacred essence. One of the greatest gifts the Moon has given me over the years has been learning to trust my own relationship with the Divine. For much of my life, I believed there was a “right” way to pray, a “right” way to worship, and a “right” way to experience God. Those beliefs were woven deeply into my years of organized religion, and truthfully, there are still moments from that chapter of my life that I cherish. I loved hearing an entire room softly recite the Lord’s Prayer together. There was something undeniably beautiful about so many hearts speaking in unison. And even then, there was always a quiet whisper inside me asking... “What about our Mother in Heaven?” At first it was only a whisper, one I gently tucked away because I didn’t know what to do with it. But soul whispers have a way of becoming impossible to ignore. Eventually, that whisper became a roar, and in 2015 it led me onto an entirely different path, not away from God, but deeper into the Divine. It became a journey of remembering instead of searching, of listening instead of performing, and of discovering that my soul had always known how to pray. That realization changed everything. It also changed the way I experience the Moon. The older I become, the more I realize that the most sacred rituals are rarely the most elaborate. They are the ones that soften my heart, quiet the noise, and help me hear my own soul again. Last night, once the sky was dark as ink, I stepped outside with my little tray of sacred tools. Nestled gently in my hand was my beloved raw peridot, the birthstone my husband gifted me several years ago. Every time I hold her, I’m reminded that my heart already knows the way. Peridot has become a bridge between my heart and my inner fire, inviting compassion and courage to walk hand in hand. She reminds me that radiance isn’t something I have to earn. It naturally unfolds every time I choose to live from the truth of who I already am. As I settled beneath the moonlight, I wrapped my fingers around my peridot, closed my eyes, and breathed until I could feel myself arriving. Not arriving somewhere new, but arriving home to myself. One hand rested over my heart while the other held my peridot, and I simply sat in the stillness until my heart was ready to speak. Instead of asking what needed to be released, I found myself asking a different question... How is my soul inviting me to radiate more fully? The answer didn’t arrive all at once. It unfolded gently across the pages of my journal. I found myself writing about dreams that have been quietly growing roots beneath the surface, the gifts I feel called to share more boldly, the joy I want to choose more often, the love I want to give more freely, and the woman I am continually remembering myself to be. When the words reached their natural resting place, I read them aloud beneath the Moon, allowing Her to witness the promises I was making to my own heart. As I closed my journal, I smiled. My heart felt more open, more aligned, and more deeply connected to the woman I came here to be. It reminded me that the most sacred moments are often the simplest ones, those quiet conversations between our souls and the Divine that ask for nothing more than our willingness to be fully present. As you spend time with this beautiful Full Moon, I hope you’ll trust your own heart to lead the way. There is no perfect ritual, no right sequence of steps, and no checklist the Moon asks us to complete. She simply invites us to pause, listen, and remember. Maybe you’ll sit beneath the stars with your birthstone nestled in your hand. Maybe you’ll light a candle, pull a few tarot cards, steep a warm cup of herbal tea, wander barefoot through the grass, or simply place your hands over your heart and whisper a quiet prayer of gratitude. However you choose to honor this moon, know that you’re doing it beautifully. The Moon has never asked us to imitate someone else’s magic. She simply illuminates the path that has always been yours. As you move through this beautiful Full Moon, I hope you’ll pause long enough to celebrate how beautifully you’ve already grown. We spend so much of our lives reaching toward the next horizon that we sometimes forget to honor the woman standing here today, the one who kept choosing love, who kept trusting the whispers of her soul, and who continued saying yes to herself even when the path wasn’t entirely clear. She is worthy of celebrating. May this Full Moon illuminate your gifts. May the fire of Leo awaken your joyful courage. May the Lion’s Gate portal inspire you to embody the fullest expression of your sacred essence, trusting that your light is meant to be shared generously with the world. The world doesn’t need a different version of you. It is blessed every time you choose to be fully yourself. Thank you for meeting me here each month. Thank you for walking this sacred path beside me. It is one of my deepest joys to gather beneath these moons together, each of us carrying our own stories, our own wisdom, and our own beautiful light. As for me, I’ll continue honoring La Luna this evening in whatever way my heart feels called. Maybe I’ll return beneath the stars with my journal, or maybe I’ll simply sit in stillness with a warm cup of tea. I’ve learned to trust that whatever ritual unfolds is exactly the one my soul needs. If you’re looking for a little inspiration, keep scrolling. I’ve gathered a few of my favorite crystals, essential oils, journal prompts, affirmations, a simple moon ritual, and a blessing that I hope will inspire you to create a ritual that feels beautifully your own. Until we gather beneath another moon... Wrapping you in moonbeams, Debra A Little Gift Before You Go... If you’re feeling called to spend a little time beneath this beautiful Full Moon, here is the simple ritual I’ll be returning to this evening. May it inspire you to create one that feels beautifully your own. A Full Moon Ritual for Radiating Your Sacred Essence Create a space that feels peaceful and welcoming. Light a candle if you’d like, brew a cup of tea, or simply step outside beneath the moonlight. Hold your birthstone if you have it, or another crystal that speaks to your heart. If you don’t have either, simply place your hands over your heart. That is more than enough. Close your eyes and take a few slow, nourishing breaths. Feel your feet upon the Earth. Feel the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat. Imagine the Moon’s light surrounding you with warmth, wisdom, and unconditional love. When you feel ready, ask yourself... How is my soul inviting me to radiate more fully? Allow your answer to unfold naturally. There’s no need to force it. Write whatever rises to the surface. Perhaps you’ll discover dreams that are ready to bloom, gifts longing to be shared, relationships calling for deeper presence, or a part of yourself that has been quietly waiting to be seen. When your journaling feels complete, read your words aloud beneath the Moon. Let Her witness the promises you’re making to your own heart. Notice how your body feels as you speak them. Breathe them in. Let them become part of you. Before you close your ritual, place both hands over your heart and quietly say... “I radiate the sacred essence I was created to share. My light is a gift, and I trust it completely.” Take one final deep breath, offer a prayer of gratitude in your own words, and carry that feeling with you as you step into the days ahead. May this Full Moon remind you that your radiance has never been something to earn. It has always been something to remember.

Today, on the Feast Day of Mary Magdalene, I invite you to slow down for just a little while... Take a deep breath. Place your hand over your heart. Allow yourself to remember Mary as she has always been... a beloved disciple, a courageous teacher, a faithful witness, and a radiant expression of Divine Love. Mary Magdalene remained when others walked away. She stood faithfully at the foot of the cross when so many had scattered. She became the first witness to the Resurrection and was entrusted with carrying the Good News, earning the beautiful title, Apostle to the Apostles. Her story is more than one of devotion. It is a story of extraordinary courage, steadfast love, and the quiet strength that comes from trusting the voice of the Divine. For centuries, her legacy was misunderstood, rewritten, and overshadowed. Yet somehow, her light has never diminished. If anything, it continues to shine more brightly as more of us remember her as a devoted disciple, a courageous spiritual teacher, and a living embodiment of the Sacred Feminine. To me, Mary Magdalene is more than someone to admire... She is an invitation. An invitation to live from what Meggan Watterson so beautifully calls “the eye of the heart,” seeing ourselves and one another not through fear or separation, but through the radical love that recognizes every soul as inherently worthy. Perhaps that is Mary’s greatest teaching... Love until fear has nowhere left to live. Today, as I prepared to honor her Feast Day, I found myself creating a small sacred space in her honor. I spread a crimson cloth across my basket altar, lit strands of warm light, gathered crystals that have long accompanied my prayers, and invited the familiar fragrance of Frankincense and Rose to fill the room. Before long, it no longer felt as though I was arranging beautiful objects. It felt as though I was entering into a conversation. These two oracle decks naturally found their place beside one another... The Divine Feminine Oracle and The Mary Magdalene Oracle by Meggan Watterson. Together, the cards spoke of Ascension, the Divine Feminine, radical love, and Mary Magdalene herself. Their message wasn’t complicated. They seemed to whisper one simple truth into my heart... Love is still the way. As I sat quietly with my altar, I noticed something else. Circles surrounded me everywhere I looked... the singing bowl, the crystal bowl, the Cosmic Egg, strands of prayer beads, even the basket itself. Everything seemed to echo the same gentle reminder that the Sacred Feminine is always inviting us home... back into wholeness, back into love, back into ourselves. Perhaps you’re feeling called to create a sacred space of your own today. It doesn’t need to be elaborate or perfect. A single candle. A fresh rose from the garden. A favorite crystal. A handwritten prayer. A treasured icon. A tiny heart tucked somewhere you’ll discover it later. Sometimes the simplest rituals become the most transformational because they remind us that the sacred has never been far away. It has simply been waiting for us to notice. I also invite you to place heart symbols throughout your home... a crystal heart on your bedside table, a handwritten heart tucked inside your journal, a favorite piece of art, a smooth stone in your pocket, or a rose resting in a simple vase. Let these become gentle invitations to return, again and again, to the place where Mary Magdalene lived so faithfully... The heart. If you’re anything like me, you’re endlessly curious about the deeper meaning behind the symbols, stories, and sacred traditions that have been passed down through the centuries. So keep scrolling... I’d love to share a few more divine details about Mary Magdalene, the beautiful symbols associated with her, and simple ways you can invite her loving presence into your own spiritual practice. Sacred Symbols of Mary Magdalene As I reflected on Mary’s life, I found myself drawn once again to the beautiful symbols that have accompanied her through the centuries. The Red Egg reminds us that resurrection is always possible. According to Christian tradition, Mary Magdalene presented Emperor Tiberius with a simple egg while proclaiming the Resurrection. As she spoke, the egg miraculously turned red, becoming a symbol of hope, rebirth, and divine possibility. The Rose speaks of unconditional love, beauty, compassion, and the blossoming of the soul. Its fragrance reminds us that love is often our greatest spiritual teacher. The Alabaster Jar invites us to remember the sacredness of devotion, healing, and anointing. Every act of love, no matter how ordinary it may seem, can become a holy offering. The Flame reminds us of divine wisdom and spiritual illumination, calling each of us to carry our own light with courage and compassion. And perhaps the most beautiful symbol of all... The Heart. An open heart.A heart willing to remain.A heart willing to forgive.A heart willing to trust.A heart willing to love. As I gathered crystals for my altar, I realized they were telling Mary’s story in their own quiet way. Rose Quartz reminded me that every journey begins with love... unconditional love for ourselves, for one another, and for the Divine who has never left our side. Rhodonite spoke of healing, gently encouraging old wounds to soften so forgiveness, compassion, and grace can bloom where pain once lived. Garnet carried the steady energy of courage, inviting us to stand firmly in our truth with devotion, resilience, and unwavering faith. Finally, Clear Quartz reflected the candlelight dancing around the room, reminding me that prayer, intention, and love are always amplified when they are offered with an open heart. As I looked at these four crystals together, I realized they formed their own sacred path... Love... Rose Quartz. Healing... Rhodonite. Courage... Garnet. Divine Light... Clear Quartz. Perhaps that was Mary’s journey. Perhaps it is ours, too. Resting quietly beside them was my raw Amethyst heart... a simple reminder that wisdom is never meant to remain in the mind alone. It longs to descend into the heart, where it can become compassion, courage, and love in action. The gentle aroma of Rose and Frankincense completed the space, each carrying its own sacred invitation... to love more deeply, to pray more openly, to surrender more completely, and to trust the quiet work of transformation unfolding within. If Mary Magdalene is stirring something within your heart today, perhaps you’ll feel called to honor her in your own way. Light a candle. Place a single rose on your table. Create a small altar with objects that remind you of love. Anoint your wrists or heart before you pray. Display a red egg as a reminder that new life is always emerging, even when we cannot yet see it. Scatter little hearts throughout your home where they’ll gently catch your eye throughout the day, inviting you back to love whenever life asks you to hurry. Spend a few quiet moments with your journal, listening for the whispers of your own soul. Where am I being called to remain? Where is love asking me to soften? What truth is my heart ready to live? If you feel called to walk more deeply with Mary Magdalene, I cannot recommend The Divine Feminine Oracle and The Mary Magdalene Oracle by Meggan Watterson enough. They have become beautiful companions for prayer, contemplation, and soul remembrance. As Meggan writes, The Mary Magdalene Oracle invites us into Mary’s vision of radical love... a love that sees less through the ego and more through the eye of the heart. It is a beautiful companion for anyone longing to remember the sacred truth of who they are. You can learn more about these beautiful oracle decks at megganwatterson.com. If you’d like to take a deeper dive into Mary Magdalene’s remarkable story, visit this post. As the day comes to an end, here is a blessing: May the wisdom of Mary Magdalene awaken the love that has always lived within you. May you have the courage to remain when love asks you to stay. May you trust the wisdom of your own heart, even when the path before you feels uncertain. May you recognize the Divine, not only around you, but within you. May you lead with compassion. May you speak with grace. May you become a living reflection of love in a world that is longing to remember. And may you always know that even after the darkest night... Love still rises.

Dear Soulful Sibling, This morning began the way so many of my favorite mornings do. I carried my magical morning elixir into the backyard, opened the door so Lizzie could begin her daily adventure, greeted the birds as they gathered for breakfast, and wandered through my little bungalow garden while the morning was still wrapped in that delicious early summer coolness. On Mother’s Day, my niece brought me a few strawberry starts from her own garden. I tucked them into a planter, and ever since, I’ve found myself wandering over every few days to see how they’re settling into their new home. Over the last few weeks, we’ve enjoyed baskets of sun-sweetened strawberries from our favorite Sonoma County farm stand. Every bite tasted like sunshine. This morning, my own little strawberry plants appeared content, growing beautiful green leaves. A little while later, curiosity invited me back for another look. As I gently lifted one of the leaves, there she was… one tiny white blossom. I smiled. Such a delicate little flower, quietly announcing that fruit is already on its way. It occurred to me that this is exactly how so much of life unfolds. The Full Strawberry Moon has long been known as the moon of ripening, a time when wild strawberries signaled the arrival of summer’s sweetness. Long before grocery stores and calendars told us what season we were in, the earth offered her own gentle reminders. A blossom. A berry. A longer evening. The fragrance of warm lavender and jasmine drifting through the garden. Nature has always known how to reveal her wisdom. As I sat with that tiny blossom this morning, I found myself thinking about the Thursday morning conversations inside the Red Threads Collective throughout June. Without planning it, each gathering seemed to prepare us for this very moon. We explored thresholds, tended what mattered most, celebrated the wisdom gathered through living, and welcomed the returning light of summer. Looking back now, those conversations feel like a garden of their own, each one quietly strengthening roots before the blossoms appeared. Perhaps that’s one of the sweetest invitations this moon offers. Another look. A chance to notice the quiet beauty that has been growing all along. Sometimes we recognize it in a conversation that stays with us long after it ends. Sometimes it’s reflected in the kindness we’ve offered, the courage we’ve discovered, or the peace that has slowly found its way into places that once felt tender. Sometimes it arrives as a tiny white blossom, reminding us that beautiful things are already unfolding. As our nation celebrates 250 years of independence, I’ve also found myself reflecting on another expression of freedom. The freedom to delight in someone else’s beautiful harvest while lovingly tending our own little garden. The freedom to celebrate what is already flourishing in our lives while welcoming everything still making its way toward the light. Tonight, when the Strawberry Moon rises, I hope you’ll step outside for a few moments. Take another look. The moon has a beautiful way of illuminating what daylight sometimes encourages us to hurry past. Perhaps you’ll notice something that’s been quietly blooming. Perhaps you’ll remember a conversation that changed the way you see yourself. Perhaps you’ll discover that what you’ve been hoping for has already begun to reveal itself in the smallest, most beautiful ways. My tiny strawberry blossom reminded me this morning that life is full of gentle promises. Sometimes all they need is our attention. With love beneath the summer moon, If you’d like to spend a little more time with tonight’s Strawberry Moon… Gather a handful of fresh strawberries, whether they come from your own garden, a local farmers market, or your neighborhood grocery store. Brew a favorite cup of tea… perhaps one with fresh mint, lemon balm, or a few rose petals if they happen to be growing nearby. Let the simple rhythm of washing the berries, filling the kettle, and carrying everything outside become part of the ritual itself. Find a place where you can watch the evening soften. If the moon peeks through the trees, smile and welcome her. If clouds drift by, enjoy their slow dance across the sky. The invitation is simply to be present. As you savor each strawberry, remember one moment from this season that has quietly shaped your heart. A meaningful conversation. A new friendship. A sunrise. A lesson. A kindness. A tiny blossom you almost missed. (If you don’t have access to strawberries… Anything fresh and in season works! ) When your tea has grown cool, and the last berry has been enjoyed, rest your hand over your heart and whisper: “I welcome another look. I celebrate the beauty already blooming within and around me. I receive this season with gratitude, wonder, and joy.” Stay for a few more moments. Let the moon keep you company. Reflections for Your Journal • Where have I witnessed quiet blossoming in my life that is ready for another look? • What goodness has been growing so naturally that I almost overlooked it? • Which relationships, dreams, or gifts feel especially worthy of celebrating during this season? • If I viewed my life through the eyes of gratitude, what new blossoms might I discover? Walking Beside Wise Women This month’s moon brings to mind Demeter, whose devotion to the earth reminds us that every harvest begins with loving attention and faithful care. She teaches us to honor each season for the gifts it offers, trusting that every garden carries its own beautiful rhythm. I’m also reminded of Áine, the Irish goddess of summer. She is often remembered as a goddess of midsummer, radiant light, abundance, and joyful flourishing. She reminds us that life’s sweetest seasons invite us to celebrate what has already come into bloom and to receive the gifts of the earth with grateful hearts. Perhaps the greatest teachers are also the women who have quietly shared their gardens, recipes, stories, and wisdom with us through the years. My niece’s simple gift of a few strawberry starts became so much more than a planter on my patio. It became a reminder that love continues to grow every time we share what has flourished in our own lives. A Few Moon Companions If you enjoy working with crystals, Strawberry Quartz beautifully reflects the joyful, heart-opening energy of this moon. Moonstone encourages trust in life’s natural rhythms, and Green Aventurine has long been treasured as a stone of growth, optimism, and flourishing abundance. For herbs and essential oils, Rose invites us into appreciation, Lemon Balm brings a sense of peaceful ease, and Fresh Mint carries the bright freshness of early summer. Together, they make lovely companions for an evening of reflection beneath the moonlight. May tonight’s Strawberry Moon illuminate another beautiful corner of the life you’re already living.

This month's Full (Blue) Moon letter is a little longer than usual, and for good reason. Sedna's story deserves space to breathe. If you're simply looking for ways to honor this powerful moon, you'll find a collection of rituals, journal prompts, mantras, and a Blue Moon blessing waiting for you at the end. They're there as gentle resources to support your journey beneath this moon. And if your heart has the time, I invite you to journey with me into the deeper waters first. Dearest Moon Lover, As this rare Blue Moon rises in the wee hours of the morning, casting her luminous glow across oceans, forests, gardens, and quiet corners of the world, I find myself returning again and again to the story of Sedna, the sea goddess whose wisdom seems to be surfacing at exactly the right moment. Perhaps it is because so many women I know are standing at the threshold of profound transformations, reinventions, and reweavings. Perhaps it is because I recognize pieces of my own journey woven into hers. Or perhaps it is because this moon feels like an invitation to listen more deeply, to trust what is stirring beneath the surface, and to honor the sacred currents that are guiding us toward a fuller expression of who we are meant to be. Sedna's story is often told through the lens of loss and descent, yet when I sit with her beneath this moon, I find myself captivated by something else entirely. I am drawn to the woman who discovered her power in the depths, who surrendered to a transformation she never could have planned, and who emerged more deeply connected to herself than ever before. Her story reminds me that some of life's most profound awakenings arrive disguised as unexpected invitations, quietly redirecting us toward the people, places, and experiences that ultimately lead us home. As I reflect on her story, I cannot help but think about the summer of 2022, when my own life quietly began to change. At the time, I believed I knew exactly what the future held. My husband and I shared beautiful dreams of traveling, exploring, and possibly even moving to Europe, and creating a life centered around the adventures we would experience together. It was a vision that felt comforting, exciting, and entirely aligned with who I believed myself to be. And then I found myself standing beside my beloved niece as she welcomed her baby into the world during a home birth. What made the experience even more meaningful was that I hadn't arrived there by accident. In the months leading up to her birth, I had become fascinated by the role doulas play in supporting women through one of life's most profound thresholds. I immersed myself in learning about the ways they help create a sense of safety, presence, and sacredness around the birthing experience, and I found myself weaving together small ceremonies, meaningful rituals, and intentional moments that would honor both my niece and her husband as they prepared to welcome their child into the world. At the time, I thought I was simply supporting someone I loved. Looking back now, I can see that something much deeper was unfolding. There are experiences that touch us deeply, and then there are experiences that awaken something ancient within us. As I witnessed the raw beauty, trust, primal strength, and surrender of birth unfolding in the intimacy of home, surrounded by love and family, something within me expanded. It felt as though a doorway opened into a part of myself I had not yet fully explored. Standing in that space between anticipation and arrival, surrounded by generations of love and the unmistakable power of the feminine, I felt an ancient remembering move through me. In those moments, I was witnessing the birth of a child, but I was also being introduced to a deeper version of myself. Something about serving as a doula presence awakened my understanding of what it means to hold space for transformation. It revealed, in the deepest layers, how I am nourished by gathering women, honoring life's sacred transitions, creating meaningful rituals, and walking beside others as they step into new chapters of their lives. What began as an act of love for my niece quietly became my own initiation. And while I could not have known it then, that experience would become one of the first threads leading me toward the life I am living today. What followed over the next several years was a journey I never could have scripted. My connection with family deepened in ways that changed me. Time spent with my sister, my niece, and her growing family opened my heart to a kind of belonging I hadn't realized I was longing for. Some of my most treasured memories from that season live in gardens. In my sister's goddess garden beside the Russian River, I found myself dreaming new dreams and asking questions I had never considered before. There was something about sitting among the flowers and herbs, listening to the river move past, and sharing stories beneath the open sky that seemed to awaken a different rhythm within me. As these experiences unfolded, other areas of my life began evolving as well. At the time, I was deeply involved in leading women's initiatives through my work, and while I remained passionate about supporting women, I found myself increasingly drawn toward a different expression of leadership. My heart was calling me toward spaces where women could gather more authentically, where wisdom could be shared generously, and where connection felt more meaningful than visibility. The louder the external world became, the more I found myself appreciating simplicity, sincerity, creativity, and community. My soul whispered that it was time to write more, paint more, play more, and gently release the layers that no longer supported the woman I was becoming. Looking back now, I can see that this season was inviting me into a profound reclamation of what mattered most. Family, presence, creativity, intuition, and the freedom to let my life evolve alongside my own becoming began moving to the center of my world. The future I once imagined started making room for possibilities I had never considered, and while that evolution brought uncertainty at times, it also brought extraordinary clarity. What I could not have known then was that awakening rarely arrives with a roadmap. While this season brought extraordinary gifts, cherished memories, and deeper connections, it also reshaped relationships in ways I never could have anticipated. There are people I imagined walking closely beside me through this chapter who now travel a different path. There are connections I assumed would naturally deepen that instead became quieter, more distant, and more complex than I ever expected. Life has a way of teaching us that love and proximity are not always the same thing. Sometimes the very journey that opens our hearts also invites us to loosen our grip on how we believe certain stories should unfold. While some relationships continue walking beside us, others take on a different shape, creating an unexpected spaciousness in our lives. Over time, I have come to see that this spaciousness is not empty at all. It is fertile ground. It is where new friendships arrive, where creativity takes root, where community finds us, and where parts of ourselves that have been patiently waiting finally have room to emerge. What once appeared to be a loss has often revealed itself to be an opening... an invitation to trust that life is continually making room for new forms of connection, belonging, and joy. There are still chapters being written in my story. There are conversations that may one day happen and bridges that I continue to hold in my heart with tenderness. Yet I have found peace in allowing each relationship the dignity of its own journey, just as I have learned to honor my own. And perhaps this is one of the deepest lessons Sedna offers us. Not everything blooms exactly as we hoped it would. Still, life possesses a remarkable ability to create beauty in places we never expected to find it. The vision that first took root beside my niece giving birth did not arrive overnight. It accompanied me for years, quietly growing stronger with each visit, each conversation, and each moment spent imagining what life might look like if I answered the call stirring inside my heart. The desire to be closer to family, to share more time with my parents during this season of life, to be present for my niece and her growing family, and to imagine growing older surrounded by deeper connection became less of a passing dream and more of a compass. Looking back, I realize the life I was envisioning beside the river was never really about a place. It was about a feeling. A longing for connection, presence, belonging, and a way of living that honored what mattered most. Three years later, that compass led me home. When the time finally came, Drew and I found our little bungalow and slowly began weaving it into a home. Piece by piece, room by room, it became a reflection of the life I imagined. It is filled with cherished treasures and artifacts from both of our families, reminders of the generations, stories, and memories that helped shape us. What began as a dream whispered among the flowers eventually took form in new floors, cozy corners, garden beds, family photographs, and the quiet beauty of a life intentionally lived. Today, as I sit in this beloved bungalow, I am surrounded by so much of what my heart was calling me toward all those years ago. My mama lives next door to my niece. My father is only minutes away and lovingly cared for by a team of compassionate professionals. I spend hours in Aubrey's garden, surrounded by my mama, Aubrey's husband, and the Littles skipping between flowers and vegetables with muddy feet and joyful hearts. I am living inside the very thing my soul had begun craving all those years ago. It was never a grand vision or a dramatic achievement. It was connection. Presence. Family. Laughter around a table. Children growing. Women gathering. Shared meals. Garden conversations. The simple holiness of being together. Today, as I look around this beautiful space, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Not because every chapter has unfolded exactly as I imagined, but because I have come to trust myself more deeply. I have come to trust the seasons of life. I have come to trust that when our souls call us toward greater alignment, they are always leading us toward something meaningful. One of the greatest gifts of this journey has been remembering that fulfillment arrives in many forms. Some days, creativity flows effortlessly onto the page, or inspiration arrives through tending a garden. Other days, wisdom emerges through rest, reflection, and simply being present with life as it unfolds. Over time, I have discovered that honoring my own rhythm brings a kind of peace that striving never could. Perhaps this is why the gardens mattered so much, or why afternoons spent with family, conversations with women I love, and time gathered around kitchen tables felt so nourishing. Somewhere along the way, I began to realize that my spirit wasn't longing for more productivity. It was longing for more connection. More laughter. More shared stories. More moments of belonging. Science now tells us that oxytocin, often called the bonding hormone, is released through meaningful connection, helping the nervous system settle into greater ease and safety. And as I look back on this chapter of my life, I wonder if that is exactly what my soul was seeking all along. A deeper experience of connection, community, and the sacred medicine of sisterhood. A life enriched by meaningful conversations, shared laughter, open hearts, and the simple yet profound gift of belonging. Perhaps this is why Sedna feels so relevant beneath this Blue Moon. She reminds us that there are seasons when healing looks less like striving and more like listening. Seasons when our bodies long to move, our voices long to rise, our tears long to flow, and our souls long to remember what freedom feels like. She reminds us that wisdom lives in the depths, and that the parts of ourselves waiting to be reclaimed are often found beneath the surface of our carefully managed lives. Perhaps reclaiming is remembering what truly nourishes us. Perhaps untaming is allowing our instincts, intuition, creativity, and truth to take up space once again. And perhaps rewilding is returning to the sacred rhythms that have been quietly calling us home all along. As this Blue Moon rises overhead, I find myself filled with wonder for the women we are becoming. Women who honor peace over hustle-filled productivity. Women who value connection as much as accomplishment. Women who trust their inner knowing. Women who gather in sisterhood. Women who create, nurture, rest, dream, and lead from a place of authenticity. And as for me, I know I am still walking my path. There are gardens yet to be planted, stories yet to be shared, dreams still unfolding on the horizon, and mysteries that have not fully revealed themselves. Yet I move forward with an open heart, trusting that each step is guiding me toward an even deeper expression of joy, creativity, peace, and purpose. And that, dearest one, feels like coming home. xxoo Before I take us into the rituals and practices for this moon, I want to share a beautiful resource for those of you who feel called to explore Sedna more deeply. My curiosity about Sedna was sparked through the work of Sabrina Lynn and Rewilding for Women. The more I learned about Sedna's mythology and symbolism, the more I found myself captivated by the powerful mirror she offers women as they navigate seasons of awakening, remembrance, and transformation. Sabrina has created a beautiful, immersive journey into Sedna's wisdom, exploring her story in far greater depth than I could ever cover in a single Blue Moon letter. If something in this story stirs your soul and you'd like to continue exploring her teachings, I encourage you to take a look. Please know that I am not an affiliate, nor do I receive any compensation if you choose to participate. I am simply a fan of Sabrina's work and a woman who loves sharing beautiful resources when I discover them. Learn more here: Sedna with Rewilding for Women Now, for the sister ready to honor this Blue Moon... Choose the practice that calls to you. There is no need to do them all. Trust your own wisdom. Ocean Ritual Spend a few moments beside the ocean, a river, a lake, or even a simple bowl of salt water. Share with the waters what you are ready to release and what you are ready to reclaim. Allow the movement of the water... the ripples, waves, and tides to become a symbol of life's natural flow and your own becoming. Rage Release Practice Sedna reminds us that powerful emotions carry wisdom. Find a private space where you can move freely. Dance, stomp, shake, sing, cry, laugh, or simply allow sound to move through you. Let your body participate in your healing. Somatic Movement for Grief & Renewal Choose a song that speaks to your heart and allow your body to move without choreography or expectation. Let your breath guide you. Let your body tell its story. This is one of my favorite playlists called Divine Feminine Healing. Moon Water Ceremony Place a jar of water beneath the moonlight overnight. Whisper your intentions into the water: reclaiming, untaming, rewilding. The following morning, drink it slowly or use it to bless your heart and hands. Barefoot Earth Ritual Step outside barefoot, even if only for a few minutes. Feel the earth beneath your feet and allow yourself to become fully present. Let the simplicity of the moment remind you that belonging is always available. Blue Moon Mantras I reclaim the wisdom that has always lived within me. I trust the sacred rhythm of my own becoming. I untame my spirit and honor my truth. I rewild my life by choosing what nourishes my soul. I belong to myself and move forward in peace. I honor both my softness and my strength. Reflections from the Deep Waters What part of myself is asking to be reclaimed in this season? Where is life inviting me to trust my own rhythm more fully? What would become possible if I honored peace as deeply as productivity? What desires, dreams, or truths have been patiently waiting for my attention? How is my soul inviting me to rewild my life? What am I ready to welcome into this next chapter of becoming? A Blue Moon Blessing for Reclaiming, Untaming & Rewilding Dearest Blue Moon, Illuminate the places within me that are ready to bloom. Help me remember the wisdom I have carried all along and guide me gently toward what nourishes my spirit, steadies my heart, and awakens joy within me. May I reclaim what is sacred to me. May I untame the parts of myself that long to be expressed. May I rewild my life in ways that bring me closer to peace, creativity, connection, and love. Like Sedna, may I trust the depths. Like the ocean, may I honor my tides. Like the moon, may I allow myself to change and grow with grace. And may I walk forward knowing that every season of my becoming is holy, every step of my journey is meaningful, and every part of my story belongs. And so it is. Beloved, may your Blue Moon celebration be whimsically wild and wonder-filled! Wrapping you in magic and moonbeams,

A Beltane Full Moon love letter on Desire, Devotion, and Emotional Alchemy ____ Dearest moon lover, Tonight, the sky opens into something sacred, something alive, something deeply felt… The Full Flower Moon rises in Scorpio, illuminating what is ready to be seen, honored, and transformed. She arrives during Beltane, the ancient fire festival, the fertile midpoint between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice… a moment when life-force energy is fully awakened and moving through all things. There is a sense of ripeness here… a fullness that asks to be met. This moon carries another quiet layer of magic. She sits near apogee, her farthest point from Earth… distant, yet radiant, subtle, yet piercing. Her light reaches across space and finds you anyway, offering clarity, truth, and a deeper connection to your inner knowing. I have felt her in the most intimate way these past two nights… waking in the quiet, early hours, the world still and soft… and there she is. Moonbeams pouring through, bright and undeniable, touching everything in their path. Even from this farthest point, she shines. Regardless of the distance, she reaches you. Let this be your invitation this weekend… Step outside. Stand in her light. Let the moonbeams fall across your skin, your face, your heart. Let yourself be held there, just for a few moments… receiving, softening, opening. Let the moon love on you. This is Emotional Alchemy. Scorpio holds the depth… Beltane brings the fire… Together, they awaken something powerful within you. A remembering. A stirring. A readiness to engage with your life in a deeper, more honest way. Beltane is a relationship with life-force itself… with desire, with creativity, with the part of you that moves, builds, creates, and chooses. This energy is alive… and it meets you in your readiness. And there are women who walk beside you in this season… Rhiannon: She moves at her own pace, rooted in choice, anchored in self-trust. She cannot be rushed, claimed, or pursued into belonging… she chooses. Her story reminds you that your power lives in your decision… in your ability to remain true to yourself as your life unfolds. Even when tested, even when misunderstood, she stays with herself. Through her, you remember that your sovereignty is sacred… and that the life meant for you meets you in your clarity, your devotion, and your willingness to stand fully in your truth. Brigid: Keeper of the sacred flame… Brigid tends the fires of inspiration, healing, and devotion. She lives where ideas begin to take form, where creativity asks to be honored and expressed. Her presence invites you to nurture what is alive within you, to give your voice space, to bring your inner knowing into the world with care and intention. Through her, you remember that your creations carry life-force… and that what you bring forward matters. Pele: Pele moves as fire itself… passionate, alive, and transformative. She clears what has completed its cycle and births new land in its place. Her energy invites you into full embodiment of your desire, your truth, your intensity. Through her, you feel the power of transformation as something sacred and life-giving… a force that refines, strengthens, and awakens what is ready to rise. Their wisdom meets you in this moment of expansion, of visibility, of becoming. Here is a simple fire ritual that becomes a doorway. Light a candle. If you have a deep red one, use it. From the flame, light Nag Champa incense to create a sacred space around you, letting the smoke rise like a prayer, anchoring your body while opening your spirit. Allow the scent to wrap around you, holding you as you release, as you speak, as you rise. Write down what your energy is no longer available for… what has completed its cycle and is ready to return to the fire. Then… Stand before a flame and offer your words to the fire. Speak what is ready to burn, what is ready to be transformed. Let the flame carry it. Let yourself feel the power of release moving through you. Support yourself with sacred elements: Obsidian for truth and clearing. Rose Quartz for heart expansion and softness. Carnelian for life-force, creativity, and courage to move. Anoint your body or space using: Rose for devotion. Patchouli for grounding. Cinnamon for activation and warmth. Take this outside. Step onto the Earth and feel her beneath your feet. Let your body settle into the moment. Place one hand on your heart, one on your womb or solar center, and breathe. Speak softly, or within… "I receive the fullness of what I am here to become." Let the night hold you. Let the moon witness you. Let yourself receive what is already moving. When you feel ready, open your journal… Where in my life am I ready to stand fully in what I know is true? What desire within me is ready to be lived, expressed, or created? What am I ready to release so I can fully receive what is already aligned for me? Anchor into this sacred declaration… I call my power back to me. I release what has completed its cycle. I burn through what transforms me. I rise in pleasure, truth, and transformation. What is meant for me flows toward me with ease. What is complete moves gracefully out of my field. I celebrate what is alive within me, and I honor the fire that refines and renews me. Through fire, I transform. Through truth, I rise. I attract what aligns. I receive what is ready for me. And if you feel called, offer these words to the moon… Moon of quiet distance and luminous grace, You meet me exactly where I am. Your light finds me, your presence steadies me, and Your wisdom lives within me. Fire rises within me now… steady, alive, expansive. I release with reverence. I open with trust. I rise in alignment with all that I am becoming. Under your light… I remember. Beloved, this moment opens you to clarity, courage, and a deeper devotion to your own life-force. May you receive expansion, alignment, and the strength to stay rooted in your truth as your life unfolds. This is Emotional Alchemy. This is your becoming. And the moon… she sees you. Wrapping you in moonbeams, Photo by MAK on Unsplash

Hello fellow moon lover, Tonight the Pink Full Moon rises… soft, luminous, and quietly powerful… the very first full moon of spring, opening her petals at 7:11pm PT . I keep feeling this one word moving through me… Through you… Through everything right now… BLOOM. The kind that moves with your natural rhythm…the kind that unfolds with ease and presence…the kind that deepens when you exhale… when you soften into trust… when you remember that something sacred has been unfolding within you all along. This moon feels like a gentle hand over your heart… whispering, you are not behind… you are right on time. What has been quietly rooting within you… beneath the surface? What has been tender, unseen… perhaps even questioned… and is ready now to be witnessed? I keep thinking of Persephone, rising again… not as the same woman who descended, but as one who has known both shadow and light… and chooses to return anyway… crowned in her wholeness. And Aphrodite… soft, radiant, unapologetically alive… reminding you that your tenderness is not something to fix… it is something to honor… that your beauty, your desire, your aliveness… it all belongs here. And Mary Magdalene… our beloved priestess of devotion… the one who stayed, the one who witnessed, the one who understood that love and resurrection live side by side…May she gently remind you… what feels buried is not gone… it is sacred… and it is preparing to rise. Tonight, my plan is to keep things simple… soft… devotional. If you'd like to join me… Step outside for a moment, and place your hand over your heart. Focus on your breathing, letting the night air meet you exactly where you are… Whisper softly to yourself… I am allowed to open… And, if there is something you are ready to release… a thought, a pressure, a version of you that no longer fits… let the moon hold it with you. Take in a deep breath, and release it as you exhale - making space for what is becoming. If you feel called, let yourself be supported in simple, sensory ways: A piece of rose quartz resting near your bed… The scent of rose or geranium anointing your skin… A sprig of lavender or rosemary held gently in your fingers… Nothing complicated… embrace the simple, sacred devotion. If you make moon water, tonight is a beautiful night to replenish your supply. This Pink Full Moon in Libra carries a soft, harmonizing frequency that invites balance, beauty, and heart-centered alignment into all you touch. Want more? Join me in a few moments of reflection. Let your words move like flowing water - without force, without expectation - simply allowing what is ready to be revealed. Where in my life am I already blooming, even if I haven’t fully acknowledged it yet? What feels ready to open within me right now… and what would it look like to trust that unfolding? What am I lovingly releasing under this moon so I can receive what is meant for me next? When you are complete, place your hands over your heart once more. Take one final, nourishing breath, and as you exhale - let it land fully in your body… I am right on time. Always. Wrapping you in moonbeams, P.S. Since it’s April 1st, consider this your permission slip for a little playful mischief - whatever that looks like to you! Something special you can do for yourself is ask: What if the only trick to release is the one your mind has been playing? That story that you are behind, not ready, or not enough? Let’s lovingly rewrite that one… shall we? Because the truth - a little wild, a little cheeky, and deeply sacred - is this you have been blooming all along … and the joke was never on you. 🌸

A Love Letter to the Full Blood Moon Before Spring Beloved moon lover, Tomorrow at 3:33am PT on 3/3, the Full Moon reaches her luminous peak, carrying the heightened pulse of eclipse energy and the quiet poetry of sacred timing. There is something undeniably mystical about these repeating threes, the number of creation, the holy trinity, the weaving of body, mind, and spirit, converging beneath a moon that arrives just before the Earth tips into spring. It feels intentional. It feels orchestrated. It feels like a doorway opening at the exact moment we are ready to walk through. This moon does not carry the tidy energy of January’s resolutions or calendar declarations. She feels older than that, more instinctual, more aligned with the rhythms of soil and sunlight. This is the natural new year, the one written in the lengthening of days and the subtle stirring beneath frozen ground. If you listen closely, you can feel it. The Earth is waking, and something within you is waking with her. We entered the Year of the Fire Horse in February, stepping into a current of bold, untamed life force that refuses to shrink. Now this 3/3 Full Moon becomes the spark that meets that fire. If I had to name the energy moving through this portal, the word would be IGNITION . Not a chaotic blaze, but the sacred strike of a match in a darkened room. The gentle but undeniable return of warmth. The remembering of vitality in places within you that have been resting, gathering strength, waiting for the light to return. Because this is also an eclipse moon, there is depth here, a pull beneath the surface. Eclipses reveal what has quietly completed itself. They close chapters we may have lingered in out of familiarity, and they redirect us toward a truer alignment. You may feel emotions rise without warning. You may feel clarity settle into your bones. You may sense that something is shifting even if you cannot yet name it. Trust that movement. The eclipse does not come to unsettle you, it comes to realign you. If you feel called to honor this moment, keep it simple and sacred. At 3:33 (or whenever you wake up), light a candle and sit in stillness. Write down one belief, one pattern, or one identity you are ready to release as winter loosens its grip. Hold obsidian if you have it, or place your palm over your heart and whisper, “I honor what was, and I release what no longer aligns."   Tear the paper or burn it safely, allowing the act itself to become a prayer of clearing. Eclipses are not for grasping; they are for surrendering. And because this is the full moon before the equinox, the threshold before rebirth, I love the idea of welcoming spring into your home with warmth and fragrance. Simmer orange slices, fresh rosemary, and a cinnamon stick gently on the stove, perhaps with a splash of vanilla or a scattering of rose petals. Let the aroma move through your space like a blessing. Diffuse sweet orange or clary sage. Hold citrine for courage and forward motion, or moonstone for intuitive guidance and feminine wisdom. As the scent rises, speak softly, “As the Earth awakens, so do I.”   Let your home become a sanctuary of returning light. This moon also carries divine feminine archetypal medicine. You may feel the fierce purification of Sekhmet moving through you, clearing hesitation with lion-hearted power. You may sense Hecate standing at the threshold, torch in hand, guiding you through this liminal space between seasons. Or perhaps Persephone speaks most clearly now, the queen who has known the underworld and still rises each spring crowned in blossoms. Fire, shadow, and rebirth are not separate stories. They are the same sacred cycle unfolding again and again. As you sit with this Full Moon, here are some journal prompts to reflect on… What part of me is ready to be reignited? What have I quietly outgrown? If this is my true new year, what wants to begin now in harmony with the returning light? A mantra to carry you across the threshold: “I release the old and ignite the new. I trust the fire within me to lead me home.” The light is lengthening across the Earth. The sap is rising in the trees. The Fire Horse is restless in the distance. And somewhere inside you, a spark is catching. You are not late. You are not behind. You are arriving exactly as the season turns. Wrapping you in moonbeams, ps. If you feel called to witness the eclipse in the quiet hours, set your alarm and step outside sometime between about 2:30-6:30am PT on Tuesday, March 3rd. The deeper the eclipse moves into totality, especially between 3-4am, the more dramatic the red glow becomes, as the Moon slips fully into Earth’s shadow and blushes that deep, ancient crimson. Find a clear view toward the southwest to west sky and simply let yourself watch. You do not need anything elaborate. Binoculars or a small telescope can bring you closer to the texture of her surface, but your naked eyes alone are more than enough to witness the transformation. There is something profoundly humbling about standing in the dark and watching the Moon change color above you. Sometimes the most powerful rituals are simply looking up… and remembering you are part of something vast, rhythmic, and beautifully alive. Photo by Yu Kato  on Unsplash

Beloved Sister, Can you feel it? The air is electric. The sky is shifting. The future is leaning closer. Because the Fire Horse is not chaos. She is not reckless or destructive. She is devoted to her own aliveness. She is the woman who has outgrown the cage...even if it was beautifully decorated. She is the woman who has spent decades tending others and is now ready to tend her own flame. She is the woman who no longer asks permission to move. And this year, beloved… You are being asked to move from alignment. The Fire Horse runs toward truth. She burns illusions, not bridges. She releases what dims her... not what defines her. She trusts her spirit's timing more than the opinions of the crowd. And midlife? Midlife is the ignition. There is a fire in you that has been patiently waiting. The fire of sovereignty. The fire that says: I choose myself now. This eclipse week is not subtle. It is a threshold. You may feel restless. You may feel called. You may feel something ancient stirring in your bones. That is not anxiety. That is remembering. The Fire Horse woman knows when it is time. And when it is time… she does not hesitate. So let me ask you gently: Where have you been shrinking to stay comfortable? Where have you been dimming to stay liked? Where is your soul whispering, “It’s time”? You do not need to burn your life down. It is time to burn the story that says you must stay small. Beloved, your fire is sacred. It is divine. This year is not about becoming someone new. It is about becoming more you. More honest. More embodied. More aligned. And as the skies open and the Horse begins to run… May you trust your legs. May you trust your instincts. May you trust the rhythm in your own chest. You are not behind. You are not late. You are right on time. Run when your soul says run. Lunar love coming your way,

Beloved, Something delightful happened… and I couldn’t wait to tell you. A couple of weeks ago, I received a message on LinkedIn from journalist Juliet La Sala at The Washington Times . She was writing a piece about Friday the 13th and wanted to include a perspective on its connection to the divine feminine. You can imagine my smile. Friday the 13th. The Divine Feminine. Reclamation. It was an immediate soul-level, holy yes. She sent her questions in advance: How can people reclaim Friday the 13th instead of seeing it as a day of misfortune? How is the day connected to the divine feminine in ancient traditions? How can reclaiming the divine feminine shape our future? I was intrigued that these questions were being asked by a conservative publication. I loved that this conversation is widening. I sent in my answers… and then today, the article came out. ( You can read it here. ) I included my full answers at the end of this glimmer-filled note. And here is the part that made my smile sparkle even brighter. It opens with Taylor Swift and her love of the number 13. She was born on the 13th. She turned 13 on a Friday the 13th. She has claimed it as her lucky number for years. I had no idea she would be part of the piece. So imagine my delight seeing my quotes in the same article as Taylor Swift. While I am not a full-blown Swifty, I absolutely appreciate her creative courage and the way she unapologetically owns what feels powerful to her. There was something beautiful about that pairing. Her reclaiming 13 in pop culture. My perspective on 13 as our sacred feminine rhythm. In the middle of everything happening in the world right now… the systems flaring and old paradigms crackling on the bonfire burning the patriarchy down… finding joy like this feels divinely aligned. It feels like a glimmer, and I love glimmers. A glimmer is that small flicker that lifts you. The moment that makes you pause and smile. The sign that whispers, pay attention. For decades, 11 has been one of my glimmers. It still is. It shows up when alignment is near. It reminds me to stay awake and receptive. And now 13 feels like an added layer. An expansion. A sacred circle widening. Something sacred added …. that feels important. If you feel called to celebrate today, let it be easy. You can pause to light a candle, place your hand over your heart, and take three slow breaths. Quietly acknowledge what feels complete, then welcome what is ready to emerge. If journaling calls to you, here are a few gentle prompts: What belief or pattern feels complete in my life right now? Where am I being invited to trust my intuition more deeply? How can I let this day serve as a portal for alignment and renewal? Friday the 13th can be a day of fear, or it can be a day of reclamation. You get to choose. And today, I am choosing joy. Oh, and here is one more delicious piece of timing… a cosmic kiss, if you will. 2026 does not just have one Friday the 13th. It has three. February 13. March 13. November 13. Three is the maximum possible in a calendar year. Most years offer one or two, with an average of about 1.7 per year... and you can never have more than three. This rare trio happens when a year begins on a Thursday in the Gregorian calendar, which is exactly how 2026 unfolded. The last time we experienced three Friday the 13ths was in 2015. And here is the part that gave me chills. 2015 was eleven years ago. ELEVEN! The next time this rare Trinity of 13s returns will be in 2037. Eleven  years from now. Three 13s… held inside an 11-year portal . If you know me, you know 11 has been woven into my life and work for decades. My alignment number. My ignition. My glimmer. So seeing this sacred “13” year framed by 11 on both sides feels exquisitely woven. This is not 13 replacing 11 for me… it is an enhancement, and an expansion. Some patterns are coincidental, and some feel divinely timed. This year feels like a blessing, and choosing to see blessings right now feels sacred. So let me ask you… What is your glimmer? What flicker of light keeps showing up for you? What invites you to lift your gaze and soften your shoulders? Follow it. Let it guide you. Let it remind you that magic still moves. Wrapping you in divine feminine glimmers, Find additional posts about Friday the 13th here. Photo by Thomas Scheiner  on Unsplash Here are my full answers to Juliet's questions... 1. How can people reclaim Friday the 13th instead of seeing it as a day of misfortune? Reclaiming Friday the 13th begins by meeting the day with intention rather than expectation. Instead of absorbing the collective narrative of fear, people can choose to slow down, turn inward, and treat the day as a sacred pause. One simple way to reclaim it is through a gentle ritual. This does not need to be elaborate. Lighting a candle, placing a hand over the heart, and taking a few conscious breaths can immediately shift the energy. The intention is to acknowledge cycles, honor what is completing, and welcome what is ready to emerge. Friday the 13th is especially supportive for reflection and release. It carries an invitation to soften, listen, and reconnect with intuition. When approached this way, the day becomes grounding rather than ominous, restorative rather than unsettling. Journaling is another powerful way to work with the day's energy. A few thoughtful questions can transform fear into clarity. Gentle journal prompts for Friday the 13th: What belief, habit, or pattern feels complete in my life right now? Where am I being invited to trust my intuition more deeply? What would it feel like to see this day as protective and supportive rather than unlucky? By consciously engaging with Friday the 13th, people reclaim their relationship with the day and uncertainty itself. The moment fear loosens its grip, the day reveals itself as a doorway to alignment, presence, and quiet empowerment. 2. How is Friday the 13th connected to the divine feminine in ancient traditions? In many ancient cultures, Friday was associated with feminine deities, love, beauty, fertility, and creation. The number 13 was linked to lunar cycles, cyclical time, and womb wisdom. Together, they honored life as a rhythm rather than a straight line. As patriarchal systems expanded, feminine-led spiritual traditions were diminished or erased. Intuition, embodiment, and cyclical ways of knowing were reframed as irrational or threatening. Misogyny did more than silence women… it disrupted humanity’s relationship with balance, compassion, and the natural world. The fear surrounding Friday the 13th is a symptom of this larger imbalance. At its core, the day is not dark, it is deep. It carries the memory of a time when feminine wisdom guided communities through harmony with nature, relationships, and shared responsibility. 3. How can reclaiming the divine feminine shape our future? Reclaiming divine feminine power is about restoring balance where dominance and control have ruled for too long. Much of the unrest we see in the world today stems from systems built on hierarchy rather than connection, productivity over wellbeing, and power over empathy. When feminine energy and values are suppressed, societies lose their ability to nurture, listen, and heal. Embracing a more matriarchal way of living does not mean women ruling over others; it means leading with compassion, intuition, collaboration, and care for future generations. It means honoring rest as productive, emotions as intelligent, and relationships as foundational. The future becomes more prosperous when leadership is rooted in empathy. More sustainable when decisions are guided by intuition and wisdom, not fear. More humane when we remember that strength and softness were never meant to be opposites. Celebrating the feminine is not about going backward; it is about evolving forward, into a world that values wholeness, balance, and shared humanity.

Hello moon lover, There is something stirring in the ethers this weekend... a soft, powerful pull toward the sacred. On Sunday, February 1st, we will experience a rare and radiant alignment - Brigid’s Day, Imbolc, and the Full Snow Moon in Leo all arrive together like old friends returning home. This love note is to honor what you already feel in your bones... that this is no ordinary weekend. It is a portal. A moment meant for deep remembering. February 1st is Brigid’s Day , also known as Lá Fhéile Bríde  and Imbolc, one of the most ancient holy days marking the midway passage between winter and spring. Brigid is the goddess of the hearth, poetry, healing, fire, smithcraft, protection, and fierce becoming. She is the spark beneath the surface that calls us to rise again. Her story reaches back through millennia... from Celtic goddess traditions associated with the Tuatha Dé Danann, through early Christian legend as the abbess of Cill Dara  (Kildare) who founded a spiritual center and kept a perpetual sacred flame burning for centuries, to the present day, where both goddess and saint inspire seekers around the world.  When I was in Ireland and Scotland a couple of years ago, I visited several of the local sites that honor her... walking through beautiful gardens, visiting Solas Bhríde , a Christian spirituality center devoted to her legacy where an eternal flame still burns as a beacon of peace and creativity, and pausing at roadside altars and holy wells tied to her story. These places held a tenderness and strength all at once, and I felt her presence in the land, the water, and the light.  This is the perfect moment to rekindle your own inner flame , the one that may have grown quiet but never truly went out. The one that is exhausted by all that is swirling around us now... and aches for nurturing. And if you want to learn more about Brigid and her many facets, her ancient roots, her modern renaissance, and the ways she continues to call us into remembrance - I invite you to read “ Celebrating Brigid’s Day + Imbolc "... it is a beautiful, deeper dive into her story and her ongoing invitation to us all. Tomorrow, we also experience the Full Snow Moon . As the Moon reaches fullness, her golden light touches the part of you that wants to be seen, expressed, and celebrated. The Leo energy is bold and heart-led, playful and courageous. This Full Moon asks... Where am I holding back? Where do I long to be visible, radiant, free? What would it feel like to lead with love - not fear? Let yourself be warmed by this lunar fire. It is here to illuminate your truth. Here are a few ways I’ll be tending the sacred this weekend - perhaps you’ll join me. Saturday - Preparing Sacred Space Gather a few beloved items... A white candle for Brigid’s flame A gold cloth and a sprig of rosemary A bowl of water and a woven cross made of raffia A stone or crystal that reminds you of your own light Whisper a promise as you light the flame... “I welcome what is awakening in me.” Saturday Evening - Dreaming the Seed With a warm cup of tea in hand, sit with your journal and ask: What do I long to create? What is quietly taking root in my heart? Write it down, fold it gently, and place it beneath your candle overnight. Sunday Morning - Fire and Release As the sun rises, burn a small slip of paper with something you no longer want to carry - an old fear, a tired belief. Then speak this blessing aloud... “Brigid, keeper of flame and forge, walk beside me as I rise.” Sunday Night - Moonlight and Magic When the Full Moon rises, wrap yourself in something golden and stand beneath her light. Place your hand over your heart and say... “I am ready. I am radiant. I am the light I have been waiting for.” Let the Moon fully witness you. Gentle journaling prompts for you... What part of me is ready to awaken? What truth am I ready to express more boldly? What would feel like a brave act of alignment this season? A Final Blessing... May this weekend bring warmth to the quiet parts of you. May Brigid’s fire light the path ahead. May the Moon remind you that you are already whole, already shining. And may you walk forward knowing -you are sacred, seen, and deeply loved. Wrapping you in moonbeams, Here is a poem about Brigid inspired by my time in Glastonbury - while walking the 8-mile pilgrimage with my two beloveds, Molly and Jen. Brigid, Keeper of the Flame for the woman who remembers Brigid, You of the golden braid and iron will, whose hands heal with herbs, you are the threshold between winter’s hush and spring’s first breath. You rise because you are fire... you prepare the path for when the world is ready. You are the hearth flame that gathers the broken, the doula's warmth at the edge of life, the poet’s torch burning through silence with holy words. They call you saint, and goddess, and legend... I know you as sister, as spark in my own bones that says, “yes... create anyway, my beloved. love anyway. speak, even when the world forgets to listen.” You walk with blessings... the sacred well for remembrance, the forge for transformation, the hearth for healing, the milk of life flowing from your open hands. Where you pass, the land softens, the heart stirs, and something ancient begins to bloom again. We became the three hares, spiraling across the land, open to the signs, present in each breath, carrying prayers through mud and mist as if they were offerings of gold. We saw you in the white-tailed deer, in the stone with your name carved into it, in the woman dancing for trees, in the troubadour’s voice that rose just for us at the edge of the Tor. We heard you in the question of the time-walker... we didn’t understand until later, but you were there too, folded in the mystery. Teach us, Brigid, how to carry the flame without burning out, how to be soft and unshakable, how to bless what is broken and birth what is bold. In your name, keepers of light, makers of beauty, daughters of fire... rise.