image - Helen Warner There were two important and deeply personal spiritual mysteries that remained on the tip of my minds' eye this year.
One was heard, a whisper on the wind, "to crown yourself in roses," the other was felt, an internal chaos that wrecked havoc within and was only later understood; the phantom death.
Both were elusive, like the strands of red thread woven together by the Norns, sisters to the Goddesses of the Underworld.
It felt as though the Nordic God
Image Source For the first time in a long time; this New Moon felt like a chore. Almost everyone around me seemed to be suffering with a form of shaman sickness; manifesting their shadow through their physical selves, whilst technology seemed to fail entirely, and the general atmosphere of the world seemed toxic beyond all measure. It’s not always a popular move to point out when the spiritual ecosystem feels funky, but to deny that areas need addressing is a head in the sand