What the New Moon Brought...

This weekend just gone, (oh please come back to me sweet weekend, don't go so quickly!), gave us a New Moon in Scorpio. Intensity wot? I actually thoroughly enjoyed this energy, but oh my dreams! My dreams were full of tea-time chats with dangerous and charismatic fairy kings, strange unearthly magic, doorways into Other Worlds, and all manner of fae-ness. Bemusing at times. Did anyone else have wild and woolly dreams I wonder?

from Paulina Cassidy's tarot

This moon carried the energy of transformation, and it was a good moon to get really clear about what is working, and release what isn't working in the ol' life. What relationships, ideas, and dreams are worth nurturing, and what needs to be released and healed, and let go of good an' proper. It's a time when truth and lies and even nefarious dealings can be exposed, (ooer - intrigue!), revealing that where you thought it may all have been peace-love-and-mung-beans, lurk far darker, often unconscious, and less er, 'evolved' motivations.

It's been a good time for a psychological Spring clean, or a late Autumn purge. Depending on your season and inclination of course. Mon has created a lovely space over at Spiral Sisters, and does a moste fab moon post on a regular basis, and it's worth checking out what she has to say about New Moon in Scorp. A humdinger.

Instinctively I've felt the need to rebalance. It's been a very long sloggy year of study. As an aside, can you believe dear reader that I am currently immersed not only in learning about herbs and sundry potions, but also medical science? Indeed. Truly singular, and a strange notion I thought would ne'er come to pass. But here I am, on the eve of my exams, (er, note to self - study don't blog), and I am feeling the need to reclaim certain unused bits of my life that have disappeared under a pile of dust and cobwebs. Whereas other things, I am needing to let go of altogether.

Very basically, the following is some of what (the less private stuff anyway) emerged from my New Moon musings...

 - decided that I'm going to try and meditate more - make it a daily practice instead of an accidental phenomenon.

- same with yoga, although this occurs more often, I want to nurture my practice more. Create a space and rhythm that I 'go home' to on a daily basis. Even if only for 10 minutes. That 10 minutes can work powerful magic, just being with the breath. Resting there.

- I'm going to learn to drive, (yes, yes). I realise that this is case of arrested development, (or just plain laziness), but even if I can't operate one of those nasty mechanical eyesores of the auto variety, I can ride a horse and fly a broom. So there. Still, the time is nigh for a different kind of licence and to confront fears around being on the roads with complete maniacs. Ahem.

- not be on facebook nearly as much. It's not as though I like it. At all. In fact, it is crap-eth, and sucks up my valuable time and energy which I could be using to, er, blog. Or make things - such as brew potions of greate delighte, or...I don't know - chase the trade wind all the way to the Caribbean. You get the picture. Let creativity breathe. And inspiration.

- identifying the need to let go of grudges and anger. Some of my family being Scottish and Intense have 500 year old grudges. Do not crosseth a mad MacKenzie an' all that. I hope I'm not quite like that, but like many, my anger is fiercest when I see those I love and care about hurt or wronged, or where I have seen deep injustice occur. And I have these past few months. Ok, I don't go around hurting people, but the thing is, you can hurt yourself with a big fat grudge, and all that anger stewing in your inner cauldron. And anger, whilst sometimes being a jolly useful emotion if directed well, can eat into the soul, (and the liver in fact), which equals a big fat waste. Not that I leave the door wide open for those with dodgy intentions to walk in, sit down, and drink all my chai. Thankyouverymuch. I just won't allow them the power by letting anger eat away and erode the good bits in life.

- Get to bed a bit earlier. Simple. Essential. So very hard for me to make happen.

- overhaul the wardrobe, and align its contents to where I am currently in the scheme of things. And get some more practical clobber. I cringe slight at the word 'practical' when it comes to clothing. I've never been an 'occasion' dresser. Isn't everything an occasion? Usually I wear the same thing for gardening as I do for going out to a restaurant, (and no, I do not go out covered in dirt). I don't own a pair of tracksuit pants, (for the sake of propriety I won't tell you what we refer to these chez Nettles...hehe), and I am not a jeans-wearing woman. I could happily hang out in a medieval style tunic or gown much of my days. But that isn't so good for bike-riding, and it's these sorts of activities I need to think of now. And yes, stripey tights are most definitely appropriate for all occasions and can certainly be defined as not only 'practical', but damned nigh essential.

And you dear reader? Have you been courting or contemplating any changes lately?