It’s been four-weeks, an entire lunar cycle. My desires burned on the altar, a sacrifice for change through a misguided ritual.
I performed a ritual in the shadow of a new moon. A burning sacrifice to release the negativity. I doubted the outcome. In the wake of events, maybe I was […]
Saturday morning coffeethe sun doesn’t rise at 4:45.I can hardly open my eyes.There’s a full moon in the skyit’s the only light that shines.
It was cold and windy. Celebration a distant memory. The day felt hollow and empty.