Typically I focus on the solar holiday, but this month is very personal. I spent the full moon working my own folk magic.
I can’t say it’s all glamorous, but I needed to clear my head, remove any ‘attachments,’ I’ve gained from ‘venturing forth,’ and the more deeper purposes which I won’t mention.
I collected willow sprigs, which I fashioned into a wreath. I collected ash sprigs to bless my home and us within it. I also visited a former body of water, which was full until this year’s drought. Now it’s bone dry. We walked to the ‘deepest,’ part of this lake-bed, and I found a bundle of bones.
A bundle, is nothing to sneeze at. It is just as potent as a skull. It is what is left,
and after bundled then blessed can be just as potent as a fetish in it’s own right as a skull or collection of bones. I found sun-bleached fish bones (skull was obliterated), and when I picked them up my first intuition was sadness. Their home is gone. They are on my altar now, and I will work with them as this moon now wanes, to get to a point where I can work rain magic and a whole host of other potent magic with Them. Very few people think of the fish, besides the Salmon, but there is much to be had indeed.
I made a protective necklace of evil eye beads, red beads with their piercing eyes on green thread. Potent indeed. I made bundles for my home, to hang to work their purposes. I reworked my old opium pipe I got overseas that I use in ritual. It not only does it look lovely, but has so much meaning to me more now than ever. I jarred my harvested wild horsetail plants, and await to work with them further. I’m currently researching the power of 60+ year old glass beads. I will blog on this soon.
This moon has been good for me, and, well – I’m glad I Worked.