Sunday, 1 January 2017

A new year, a new challenge



Ah, 2017 - you are a welcome sight. After the turbulence of 2016, I am ready and welcoming for a new start, a new year, a new challenge.

Last year was rocked with turbulence and change - not all bad. Some of the change was sudden - but for the best. Sometimes change happens and it's sharp and sudden and throws you off your feet - but with the benefit of hindsight, you come to see that it has all played out as it should have and you are better for it. Sometimes the change is gradual - and comes to fruition in the most beautiful way. Sometimes the change is rotten and horrible and there is just no dressing it up. Regardless of all that, one thing is sure - change is inevitable.


This has been the year of death in so many ways, and death has stolen so many of our creative and inspiring voices. So many people who have helped others understand themselves, to feel comfortable in their own skins, to feel confident, to empower them to take control of their lives. Their voices being silenced is a tragedy for future generations. Bowie and Rickman were big ones for me, but the real kicker was Carrie Fisher - she was such an inspiration - a strong, flawed woman who was a passionate advocate for mental health - and funny as hell. That one stung the most.

And Trump?!? I won't even touch that one. It's too bizarre to even fathom.

My husbands and I had decided that we wanted to do something to culminate the end of 2016 in a big way, because the year was so brutal. We decided to drive out to the beach and burn our datebooks and calendars - along with an offering and lots of black salt.




And here we have it, offered under the shadow of the new moon and the limitless sky - the smouldering ashes of 2016.

I came home, offered up some incense, and drew my second tarot card for the year. At Samhain I drew the Star. Tonight I drew the 10 of cups - a favourable combination.

So onwards and upwards, to all the promise and potential of 2017.


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