Tonight I made an offering to that beautiful red moon in the sky, unlike any other. I have been pumping a bit of extra milk, every day, for the past month. And today I had a big jar full of my breast milk that I took to the land, and offered it to the forest and to the fae.
Not only was it received by what felt like a big sigh of ease from the land, but just as I tipped that jar, and my most precious milk splashed upon the dry earth, I heard my baby cry. Receptivity. Openness. Connection. Ceremony. Breath.
So far, leading up to this eclipse portal and Sirius Sunbath, has been a complete explosion of ass-kicking shadow work, paired perfectly with deep belly laughs and deeper sighs. It truly is the most unique experience to be a human being in these times.
When the energy of the world is palpable, so tense it feels like it could be played by a bow, it is in the keeping of my altars, both inner and outer, that keep me from that oh so fine tipping point.
Keep singing, keep smiling, keep laying down tobacco, and most of all, keep listening. The times, they are a changing.