Yesterday was the second, and last, Black Moon of the year. I hadn’t heard about Black Moons until recently. A Black Moon (which seems important enough to capitalize) is the second new moon within a month. January had one and March has one, this year.
I got started on thinking of doing something for Dark Moon (a witchy term for the period of time that the moon is darkest, no sliver to be seen at all), because a friend said she was going to a Dark Moon ritual for last Friday, which turned out to be inexplicably canceled. She and another friend are going to use my extra-sturdy merchant tent (technically a storage/garage tent, the kind you screw together) for an upcoming pagan Spring festival. Our original plan was that I was going to bring the tent to the ritual, we’d put it in her car, and I would possibly join the Dark Moon ritual. But, as it was canceled, I brought it to her home, then we went out for Chinese food. We chatted and it was so nice to connect with her. I have a lot of respect for her; she’s a good friend, a woman just coming into her Crone aspect (wise old woman part of life), and her soul is just beautiful. And she’s so knowledgeable. Anyway, afterward, we parted ways, each with our own plan to do solitary witchy work for the Dark Moon that night.
Technically, the Dark/Black Moon was yesterday, but I was already feeling the energies of it last Friday. I read online that the Black Moon is great for oracle readings and magic or psychic work, and I already knew that Dark Moon is great for past life work, working with past pains and wounds, a magical/psychological work that can be intense. I didn’t get into painful past memories, but I did do some tarot readings and faced something that’s been paining my heart lately. The reading really just echoed what I already knew, which is alright, it’s good to have support from what I feel is beyond myself. After the reading, I focused on what I want to change, and made some artwork while trancing a little bit. My mood was mostly just calm and happy, while still a little pained. (Typical Cancerian me- always a mix of feelings!) The artwork isn’t spectacular, but it was more of a tool to focus my soul energy. It was on brown construction paper, with paint pens (fun to work with!) and glitter pens (also fun!). My inner child was happy while doing this, too. I picked colors that either called to me or symbolized something to me as I worked/played. Though I want to keep what pained me private, I will say that I was working toward opening my heart and anothers’ heart for full communication and connection. There was more to it, but I’ll keep that to myself. I listened to S.J. Tucker’s Mischief and Tricky Pixie’s Mythcreants Albums while doing this. I lit a candle and had some items nearby that emphasized what I was focusing on. While I don’t feel like my work was that powerful (though sometimes it can be more powerful than it seems), I feel like I healed a little part of myself that night. And, it turns out, I started a wheel turning in my life again that had been stuck in the mud for a while: connections with people.
The next day, Saturday, I started the day in a very prickly mood. I was angry at small things my friends did, which seemed to represent to me that they didn’t care about me, or saw me as someone they could order around, probably because I’m so easy going and say ‘sure I’ll do that’ to almost everything. I’m like a really flexible tree, bending this way and that for others. So I was a little mad at myself for creating the situation, but also aware that others may subconsciously – not purposefully – think that they can just tell me to do something and I’ll follow their orders, as if they’re my boss! It was just in the wording of how they said things, not really their intention, and I knew that; it made me angry nevertheless. I was tired of always seeming to be the one who works to get things done. And I was fed up that friends wouldn’t ask how I’m doing as we converse, they talk all about their lives, and I respond, focusing on their lives, but they almost never stop to ask about mine. And then there’s the other painful thing on my mind. All of that made me jumpy and driven. I had to force myself to breathe, calm down and enjoy the day.
It turned out to be a day of unexpected pleasantness. That morning, I talked with a friend on the phone that I haven’t seen for almost a year. I’ve missed her and we had recently reconnected. It was SO GOOD to truly connect with a person again. I have felt SO disconnected from people lately, which made me feel lonely. Sure, I go about my day, and I usually talk and converse with people, but I didn’t feel the *connection.* Talking with this friend as just SO heart-fulfilling. Her loving and caring attitude made me tear up at the end. Later that day, I went to the art museum with my mom and sister, and it was filled with calm mutual enjoyment of artwork and mutual laughter.
Later at night, I met two of my witchy friends that I haven’t seen for a long time. We hung out at the new apartment of one of the friends, occasionally being interrupted (though pleasantly) by her two sweet little daughters. At first, again, I was prickly. Would these friends ask how I was? Would they be interested in what I had to say? I was like a porcupine, having my quills partway out but not totally. Over the course of the evening, the quills got smoothed down, and by the end of the evening, the quills disappeared as the three of us all relaxed and got a little goofy, even. It was so good to feel the friendship with these two lovely ladies again, and truly connect with them. We did readings for each other. One friend had brought her card decks, and we all chose to use cards from a beautiful deck: The Enchanted Map Oracle. It was neat to see how we all interacted during the readings: each of us saying what we saw in the cards, tuning ourselves to that psychic channel and really listening to that channel, and naturally bonding with each other like we hadn’t done in a long time. It was beautiful. Each reading had a deeply powerful message for each of us.
My own reading focused on my life in general and career/education path that I’m on for the coming seasons. Each of our readings naturally evolved into a similar setup of cards: a card representing the person being read for in the center ‘as we are now,’ with the next few weeks/this season above us, then going around clockwise with Summer, then Fall. Some of us continued the year with more cards, and one person had one more card for ‘other opportunities.’ For myself, it felt right to have Spring (above ‘my’ card), Summer, Fall, Winter, and ending with next Spring. ‘My’ card was “Peaks of Joy.” It depicted a woman leaping gracefully, partly flying, among clouds, with a butterfly in the clouds with her. This felt true for me now. I do have peaks of joy that are keeping me going, I have felt ungrounded, but it also mirrors my whole ‘jumping jumping’ into the abyss symbolism I had going on last year.
Above me, Spring, was the card “Intention.” It had a lovely owl on top of a large egg, with a dandelion poof in its beak. There was a field of dandelion poofs in the background. I love dandelion poofs! I love blowing and wishing things, this is so *me.* And yes, I’m wishing for things to come true right now, and setting intention. This card is so appropriate.
Next, the Summer card was called “Heal the ‘Ouch’.” It was cute: a little raccoon in a nurse’s cap was tending to a wound of a fox, which had a hot-water bag on its head. There were small candles all about them and they were in a little clearing in the woods. I would get the healing I need, so I won’t repeat mistakes I make in relationships- is what my friends saw in this card.
Fall was represented by the “Golden Palace” card. This was a Taj Mahal type palace on hill, steep on all sides. There was a shape in the roots near the bottom and I felt that the shape was me, a witchy woman at the bottom. Next Fall, I plan to continue in the Interpreter Preparation Program at a community college. My friends read this as: after a Spring and Summer of healing what I need to, it will be time to get back to business of meeting my goal. I felt that the castle looked secure (Cancerian of me). Also it’ll be time to ground. Also, it may be a lot of work I need to do to reach my goal, or there may be a path going around the back of the hill that we can’t see in the picture; it may be easier than it looks.
“Slow and Steady” was the next card, for Winter. It was a woman with the lower part of her body in a snail shell. She was going steadfastly forward, hair tendrils wafting backward, more likely from wind than from her own speed. This card really seemed to match what I would surmise would happen this Winter. I will need to keep at it. One of my friends pointed out that the shell is there; I will have my security, so that I’m free to pursue my goal.
For next Spring, the card was “Magical Map Shifter.” This is of a man who is blindfolded, and juggling wondrous items- a rocking horse, a beetle, a fish, and before him lay a bloody heart on a scroll. The man is confident in his skills. To me, the way the man held his hands and arms looked like sign language. My friends interpreted this card to mean that I will become a Master of Signing, which sounds wonderful, but I’m sure it would be too early for the Master level! At least, I may be confident in my skills as a signer by next Spring. That would be awesome. One friend said this card deserves more thought about its meaning, and I agree.
The re-connections keep on happening. Yesterday, I met with a friend I haven’t seen for two months. It was so good to see her again and to reaffirm our friendship. We hung out and talked for a long time. It was really good. This reunion was especially touching because we both thought we had lost each other as friends (or were on our way to losing each other.) We hadn’t; we had been a little bit silly in thinking so.
Though yesterday was the true Black Moon, I feel satisfied with the magic work I’ve experienced the last two nights. I’m grateful that my wish for a stronger connection with others and a open heart from myself and others is coming true. This has healed the part of me that had started to despair of ever feeling that connection with others again. The possibility was always there, but I was feeling frustrated in myself and with others. I’m so glad it’s possible, and so grateful for my friends and family who truly do care as much as I do for them.