Perhaps that is why you enjoy reading my thoughts on things like this, because I’m honest. I say it the way it is. I’m not afraid to call out the shit in the Bible that I find confusing, yet still love God and believe in Jesus (and say shit without feeling bad).
Since ancient times, many civilizations marked both the March and September Equinoxes as special, potent and even holy. Some cultures erected monuments, some people made pilgrimages, and others gathered to feast, celebrate, and perform rituals that helped them align with the energies of the new season.
Since I began my spiritual journey as a Christian Alchemist, I have been honoring this day with God, creating and adopting rituals that I do with my family.
As this year’s Autumn Equinox approaches, I have been finding myself drawn to darkness…
No, I’m not talking scary darkness. I’m talking about actual darkness, a dark room, a night sky, etc.
In a recent Instagram reel, I talked about looking forward to my dark autumn mornings, before the sun., and how that helped me find an odd sense of peace and stability.
I didn’t focus too much on that. I figured it was just me, being me, that this was normal and not a big significance. Turns out that simple comment is more profound than I thought.
I have been feeling myself being drawn to the night sky for some time now… I always have. I walk barefoot under new and full moons. I sit on my porch often, taking in nature and listening to the crickets. Since beginning those little “nightly rituals”, I have noticed my life adjust for the better in interesting ways…
Introduction A big focus on my unique spirituality that I share with you is derived from my Christian
The cloud coverage has settled itself in for the long autumn stay here in the ????????????????????? ???????????????????????????. The rain is dousing the ground with some much-needed replenishment. We have been mirroring much of the California weather as of late.?I’m here in my sunroom, following behind my one-year-old, feeling cloudy, physically weak, and in pain as my anxiety starts to rise slowly. I can feel it simmering at the top of my spine. Have you felt that before? I can feel the metal in my neck stiffening (definitely in my head), and my heart begins to race. As a working mom, I cannot afford to get sick. But here I am… ?It has captured me, brutal, but also taunting, while it says “At least I’m not covid!” ?