A gentle autumn breeze rides the trees as the sun reaches 15 degrees Scorpio, halfway between the autumnal equinox and winter solstice, making today ‘astrological Samhain’ [in the northern hemisphere]. It feels as though it has been a thousand years since I stepped through to share a whisper. I promise this, though: The moments between will be shorter as we go forward together. Here you may find bits of magick and poetry braided with blog posts and, to be transparent, who knows what else?
Halloween has come and gone; the faces of jack-o-lanterns droop with age and the wheel turns. As we approach 2027, I begin my immigration journey. It has been a year! I returned to Canada in the spring, left briefly toward summer’s end, and made my way back across the border days later. I carried with me what remained of my things from when I lived in Washington state over a decade ago. An old co-worker had been kind enough to hold onto a few items for me. Some keepsakes that I had expected did not return; others I had to leave behind, but my favorite thing, aside from my portable altar box, is the feeling of completeness I felt. I never got to say goodbye when I left Washington all those years ago. The Evergreen State shaped me like an old world sculpture. There, in a quaint little blue-collar town in Grays Harbor, somehow, I thrived.
I grew up there during the three years I stayed and had the experience of a lifetime. I learned exactly what it takes not only to succeed but to thrive. Discovering late in life, while on such a journey, that certain mental health symptoms were appearing, I sought help. I bring this up because maybe you or someone you know struggles with mental health. The journey wasn’t a straight path for me. It seemed long, hilly, and curved, with dead ends, ditches, and dirt roads. I made it through, though, tough as times were. I had my husband from afar, and at long last, I can hold him close. Love is work. Happiness takes effort, and magick thrives if you know where to look. It was my faith in him, in us, and in the universe that things would be set right by us that kept me going.
This year I honor my parents. I hold on to their love, the wisdom in their lessons, and the hope they shared for me to have a better life. I remember my grandparents, who saw the magick in my eyes, and I celebrate my brother, who had too few days in the world. I carry them on my back as I go forward. In the name of love and dream. In the spirit of magic that has lived in me since I was just a boy. In the hope of creating a life with my husband that leaves us with smiles for years to come. Thank you for taking a moment to sit with me. I hope we’ll meet again soon.
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Sounds great hon.