When you're lost, go back to the beginning.

Do you follow The Hoodwitch or Chani Nicholas? I do. I'm an astrology fan from way back. I still remember sitting on the floor of my bedroom surrounded by Rainbrow Brite dolls and Care Bear figurines, spinning the paper wheel ever so carefully as I plotted my natal chart.

I'm a Capricorn Sun, Libra Moon, Taurus Rising, by the way. I'm also a Metal Monkey, if you follow Chinese astrology, too.

Anyway, I read earlier this week that this new moon will shift things. Shake things up. Move things over. Burn bridges down while we watch in awe.

Or horror, I suppose.

Either way, it's time to plant new roots.

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I woke up this morning with the troubling feeling that things were off. Not in the world, mind you (we are ALL aware of the reality show circus turned horror film we currently live in), but in me. With me. Just . . . off.

I was logged into my social media and just feeling . . . not me. 

I've identified as a witch, publically, for years now. But, more and more, I am finding the word being used in ways that feel less descriptive of someone who practices witchcraft and more as an empowered woman. Which is cool for some, I guess, but not for me. Mostly because that then excludes whole groups of people, and that's just not what I'm about. That said, my public professional social media accounts, and even this website, self-identifies me as a witch and I'm struggling to rewrite who I am in a way that feels real that no longer includes that word.

I don't even know if any of this makes sense, if I am being honest.

All I know is what I've labeled myself, claimed as my truth for so long, now feels trite and overused and I'm not sure where to go from here in a way that still allows me to connect with like-minded people, but without the buzzwords. You know?

So, please don't mind me (or this space) as I sift through the foundations and rubble to rebuild. xo