Remembering a Dream Seed

Dream reclamation and a spell for the Taurus New Moon

When we find ourselves caught in a web of limitation, we are called to pause and untangle the threads.

Sometimes, this pause is graceful and intentional, guided by our inner spider women tethered to the center of our webs, but sometimes, this entanglement brings us to our knees, for the threads have wrapped themselves so tightly around that we cannot move without deep cuttings.

I found myself here this Spring.

Launches, collaborations, threshold crossing, and another move after New Mexico that initiated me deeper as a midwife of death all put me at capacity that required a deep pause to reflect and reweave.

I’ve spent the last few weeks living out of a suitcase and a packed-to-the-brim car with my cat in tow, descending into the chaotic buzz of L.A. I found myself holding it all. The weight of the old life clinging to my ankles widened the gap between the new life I was weaving and where I stood. I needed to cultivate more of my own life force, drink from my own nectar, and remember the resource of my light to step into the center of my web, cut away the weight I could not take with me into the new, and weave the dreams coming forward.