last year on samhain i did a banishment ritual.
it was the largest focussed spiritual undertaking i had ever attempted, laden with props and symbolism. i was banishing things i had taken for granted as fundamental parts of me: my complacency, my insecurity, my incompetence, my sense of scarcity. each was matched with a direction, a color, a tarot card, a season, and a candle.
the ritual was meant to trigger events that would taken a full years' cycle to unfold. it's the kind of ritual i would have shrunk from in the deepest intimidation during my early days of paganism, when i was looking for easy fixes with no committment (light this candle! find true love!).
the unbloggable dominoes have been falling these past few weeks, in ways i never thought i'd see.
i wish i could say more.