Flight of the New Moon
My ritual practices for closing out this year began on the Winter Solstice. I find it no coincidence that on that very morning, nature as she often does, gifted me with a most magnificent and symbolic spectacle. I was lying in bed and contemplating the nature of birds, my healing, my feelings of oppression. I was imaging what it would be like to leap from the tallest branches and coast along sheer sky or, the sense of freedom a bird…
