As promised, The Magic Hour has returned as the veil thins, in this season of going inwards. Of death, decay, and sowing quietly the seeds of new growth. The seeds so small, we don’t even know what kind they are yet. Easing into the darkness of this hemisphere of the world, I breathe a sigh of relief as I enter this cave with an abundance of love and wisdom. More mystery, more growth, more grief. The real lesson for me is accepting each hard journey and not viewing it as bad- but simply part of everything. Perhaps the hardest rock I’ve had to swallow as I’ve grown older.
I offer up today the first episode of Season Three, a pyre for my own mythic cycle. Its not an easy story this one, and it may not be easy for you to hear. So listen when you have the capacity.
There is so much in the world outside of my story, and each of our inner and outerworlds weave in and out of each other daily. This is just one small window. The only thing I am certain of is how important we are to each other.
I welcome the quiet of night. I need the soft rest of this time, and while we rest, each month I will bring you stories. Stories to tell around the fire.
So nice to be with you again.
See you soon,
Pixie
Resources:
Society for Women's Health Research
News articles of women dying because medical care was denied:
I will keep adding to the list
Georgia Abortion Ban-resulting death
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