Titania by Matt Dixon
Full Moon of November, Beaver Moon
This was a harder moon. The weather has changed, it is cold and wet and dark out, easy to feel gloomy. The three that came together this moon have all been struggling with the inertia and the “burdensome” feeling of November in the PNW.
Yet, as always, the coming together brings its own reward. Before my guests arrived, I lit candles and burned sweet rose incense, inviting sacredness and wholeness into the room. The leader this evening brought images of a festival in Thailand this time of year when Buddhists send thousands of candle lanterns floating up into the night sky. She suggested that lights in the darkness might be a good symbol for our moon. Many indigenous North American tribes call this month the beaver moon, for it is the time when beavers can be seen gathering up branches and materials to complete their dams. So she encouraged us to decorate the candles she brought with images or words of the things we want to keep with us through the winter. Lights and abundance, good things! (She also gifted us with persimmons to sit on the windowsill and ripen, turning a richer orange with each day as we anticipate the sweet tartness. Another good metaphor for winter.)
I adorned my Virgen de Guadalupe candle with beautiful images and colors and chose words for things to do or keep near me in the winter, yes, including coffee!
I then pulled a card for each of us for my new (gifted to me by one of the women in the circle) Wild Wood tarot. Each card seemed spot-on and I loved getting to spend more time getting to know this new and beautiful deck. It speaks to me deeply.
The energy was sluggish this night but we braved it and created beauty. At the end, we gathered for a simple blessing of water and a toast to the moon and each other.
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This looks like it could be a lovely offering. Like wassailing.