December slows. The veil is thin, the nights long, and the air hums with magic. I move gently, lighting candles, scrying in the quiet, and letting the year’s lessons settle like snow on the earth.
I prepare for my January cave, a sacred pause, a retreat into stillness, where I release what no longer serves me and plant the seeds of intention for the new year.
This is a month for soft magic, for honouring the dark before the light. Move slowly. Breathe deeply. Whisper to yourself:
I am enough. I have done well. I am ready.
✨🌙 Blessed be the pause, the reflection, the magic of December. 🌙✨