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New Moon, the Lunar New Year, New Self

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Under the new moon in Aquarius, the lunar new year unfolds like a whispered promise. I arrive a little late to this cycle—a delayed initiation, a necessary rupture of what once was. In the midst of disorientation, I feel as if I’ve forgotten how to swim, adrift in a sea of unstructured thought and aching spirit.


The new year beckons me forward, demanding courage and trust. My mind whirls with scattered thoughts, my body aches with the weight of change, and my heart rebels in a tumult of anger, sorrow, and joy—all in one breath. I am both mother and poet, tasked with weaving a reality for myself and for those I hold dear.


I move forward by listening to the quiet, steady breath of life—syncing with its rhythm after the tantrum of expression. I crawl back to my center, repeatedly asking for forgiveness and offering it in return, knowing that the channel to the divine remains open in this sacred exchange.


Here, early in February 2025, my heart feels shattered yet alive with the call to create. I set my pain aflame, transforming it into art—a dance of fire that molds chaos into something inspiring. My passion for rhythm, rhyme, and ritual guides me, slowly assembling the pieces into a dish that nourishes both body and soul.


I hold a circle to honor the elemental spirit of life, celebrating the beauty of all that moves and breathes. With reverence, I commune with the spirit of Cacao, savoring her chocolate offering until my mind bursts into a kaleidoscope of color and my voice rises in spontaneous song.


This new moon ushers us into the year of the snake, a grounding yin force that reminds us life is both wild and uncontrollable. It calls us to sit together, make noise, dance to our own rhythm, and speak in verses that honor every unique belief and mindset. In our quest for safety—a concept that varies for each of us—we often constrict the space where life can truly animate.


I hold no definitive answers, only the urging of spirit: pause, slip on your hardy dancing shoes, find your drumming heart, and learn to listen again.


Under this celestial invitation, we are free to be vulnerable, bold, and ever-transforming, embracing the mystery and magic of our shared journey.



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