Your posts, no matter how or when or how often they arrive, are so gloriously wonderful and life-affirming that I cannot almost believe how often they speak to me, loud and clear; leaky roof and drafty windows are us...ha-ha-ha!
And as to the word for the year, I have used rewilding two years in a row, maybe it's time to look for another----maybe I have rewilded too much.......
getting tamed but still wild at the core.
Jo Hanlon Moore!
Hang in there and have an illuminating wynter, hibernating!!!
Really enjoyed this, Jo. I printed out my birth chart last year and I'm *still* trying to wrap my head around it all -- your journey to understanding your own was a joy to read! Have a lovely Solstice and...a New Year filled with magic! ♡
What strange relationships with 'home' we have had - and yet it is somehow both astounding and, paradoxically, obvious that this would be your truth. Life is so gloriously weird!
So much of what you're sharing resonates with me. Thank you, for putting it so eloquently! I am a witch, a crone, an old home. I AM home -body, -making, -keeping, -being... and more. My word for the Winter season (solstice to equinox) is 'groundwork' (in the sense of grounding.) This season of waiting, of womb, of depth and stillness is as challenging as it is inviting. I hope your silence soothes you as it nurtures what will come. <3
I love that thought: "I am becoming an old home." If home is indeed where the heart is, I'm all in!
Your posts, no matter how or when or how often they arrive, are so gloriously wonderful and life-affirming that I cannot almost believe how often they speak to me, loud and clear; leaky roof and drafty windows are us...ha-ha-ha!
And as to the word for the year, I have used rewilding two years in a row, maybe it's time to look for another----maybe I have rewilded too much.......
getting tamed but still wild at the core.
Jo Hanlon Moore!
Hang in there and have an illuminating wynter, hibernating!!!
Beautiful insights and a beautiful theme ❤️ we all need that sense of home.
Really enjoyed this, Jo. I printed out my birth chart last year and I'm *still* trying to wrap my head around it all -- your journey to understanding your own was a joy to read! Have a lovely Solstice and...a New Year filled with magic! ♡
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This gave me tingles! ✨✨✨
What strange relationships with 'home' we have had - and yet it is somehow both astounding and, paradoxically, obvious that this would be your truth. Life is so gloriously weird!
So much of what you're sharing resonates with me. Thank you, for putting it so eloquently! I am a witch, a crone, an old home. I AM home -body, -making, -keeping, -being... and more. My word for the Winter season (solstice to equinox) is 'groundwork' (in the sense of grounding.) This season of waiting, of womb, of depth and stillness is as challenging as it is inviting. I hope your silence soothes you as it nurtures what will come. <3