the new moon this month rubs up against the coming of the new year in chinese tradition.
as the year of the sheep is being celebrated in many parts of the world, i sit before my altar & ring in a new phase, as well.
as people burn incense & dress as dragons & dance,
i watch burning sweetgrass send tendrils of smoke up into the dark night.
as others invoke the feminine energy, the gentle togetherness of the sheep,
i invite in a deeper capacity to attract, inspire, & create beauty.
the kind of beauty that is wild, untamed.. like bedhead on a foggy morning.. or perhaps a sheep before it's shorn. unassuming loveliness, softly whispering, 'yes.'