The Full Moon this month will be on December 18th, 8:35 PM Pacific Time, in Gemini. The Holly Moon, as my tradition calls December’s full moon, helps bring the calendar year to a end. It’s the last gasp moon, and
The Holly Moon
Harvest Moon
September: Harvest Moon During September, we celebrate the second harvest–Mabon, and we rejoice in all we have gathered to us this year, through our hard work and perseverance. So this month, our Esbat will focus on celebration and sharing. As
Vine Moon–July Full Moon
The Vine Moon–July’s full moon–is on July 23, and is in the sign of Aquarius. Which means, it’s a good time for being gregarious, for community work, for magick focused on communications and connections. If you have any contracts coming
Faerie Moon–June Full Moon
On June 24th, the full moon will be in Capricorn, and this is the Faerie Moon (in my tradition). Around this time of year, the veils to the gates of Faerie seem open more than any other time, though they’re
Flower Moon–May Full Moon
The Flower Moon–the May full moon–will be on May 26th, and it’s going to be in Sagittarius. Sag is such a fiery and impulsive sign, and given we’re nearing the zenith of the year in less than a month, AND
Wind Moon–April Full Moon
The Wind Moon–April full moon–is on Monday, the 26th. The Wind Moon is a good time for magick of new beginnings and clearing out the old and stagnant. This full moon is in Scorpio, which could bring up a lot
Vlog: 5 Magickal Mistakes NOT to Make
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Blogmas: Krampus Festival (Giveaway)
A central European holiday, thought to come down from pagan times, the Krampus festival is a celebration of Krampus, who punishes children who are naughty. There are some wonderful vids on the net focusing on various Krampus festivals, like the
Samhain: A Tarot Ritual
November 1, Samhain—the Festival of the Dead. The year is waning, venturing towards the winter solstice, the darkest night of the year. Leaves lay crisp on the ground, their burnished reds and bronzes a reminder of the fallow fields of
Mabon Rites
The first rainstorms of the season, the scent of wood smoke fills the night air, a sudden gust as a brisk wind hurls leaves off the trees in a maelstrom of color, the last rush to harvest the garden before