Funny, that I began this blog on the first day of this financial year, but that was a false start, as financial new year means nothing to me, since I do not live in the world of high finance!
It was a false start in other ways, as well, as it involved a lot of necessary endings, but as yet no (really) new beginnings. A friend in hospital who just rang me said she would not be up to writing something about New Year's resolutions anyway, because, while she too felt that everything was ending, she had no new beginning to write about yet, and didn't feel up to it.
All this week has been about endings, and will culminate tonight in putting a binding/banishing spell on someone, who needs to be bound (to minimise potential harm to others) and also banished, from my head, as well as my heart and life. After that, the way should be much more open for new beginnings.
My best friend Sebi Aristos and I are starting an exciting new project, of working through a ritual magic workbook, month by month. The temple has been cleaned in readiness, all necessary reminders written with my own hand in my Book of Shadows, and the floor mat painted with the magical quarters. This blog will become the place to record my 'realizations'; in the book, it says not to share these with anyone at first, but since I have not had any comments posted on this blog yet, I figure it is as good as a private diary! *lol*
Also, Bjorn Erik, my Norwegian hubby, still in hospital in Norway as we speak, has sent me, for New Year, a beautiful little silver ankh, with a turquoise on it; he had wanted a new wedding ring, at which I drew the line, because the original wedding ring, that I bought, in his case ended up in the loo in a psychotic fit, and I can no longer afford wedding rings anyway, due to subsequent misadventures of the heart. It is as if he has sent me not only a wedding token anyway, but also a talisman befitting a solitary witch, as high priestess of her own coven, and the mysteries! I also unpicked the yukky, discoloured blue-crystal layer over my pentagram, and it now shines more brightly silver over the ankh in my cleavage!
It is not even 'my' New Year, which doesn't happen until July 26th in the Mayan calendar, but since time is cyclical and not linear, anyway, any day can be a day for 'endings' and 'new beginnings'. o O (could that be my first 'realization', I wonder?) In the words of A Course In Miracles, "let's make this year different by making it all the same"!