Mabon is upon us, nature in perfect 12/12. Balance. I can feel the magic ive sown, how it courses through my veins. Im leaving behind an old life. I feel myself turning within, realigning. It takes saying good bye. For my equinox alter, the empress came to me in light, cups of seven dark. In balance.
Cicada, the emergence of self throughout a life cycle.
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