This time of year asks something different of me. Not action. Not answers. Just attention.
The waxing Crow Moon reminds me that awareness comes before certainty—that life begins again quietly,often while the ground still looks bare.
I think of crows as watchful companions,holding past, present, and future at once. They don’t wait for everything to be ready. They arrive when the land begins to remember itself.
Working with resins now feels the same: a gentle opening, a widening of perception, preparing the field without forcing growth.
Ritual, for me, is listening. Nourishing the soil—seen or unseen— so what wants to emerge has somewhere to land.
If you feel in between, not quite here and not quite there, you are right on time.
May you hear what’s been calling, without asking you to rush.
May what’s quietly forming find the space it needs to emerge.
With reverence, Mama Loux
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