My Garden Witch is in a state of perpetual flight and hovers now above the blooming tips of Mugwort. These plants must be potentiating my nightly dreaming this week, calling to me from the garden below my bedroom window. I woke from strange dreams this morning to gray skies. I’m not sure if it’s simply the low light levels, the impending eclipse, or something more, but the energy this morning is quite intense. All is completely still. Not a leaf is moving. The air feels heavy and there is a “calm before the storm” kind of feeling, not ominous necessarily, but at the least, portentous.
There's a feeling that beyond this feeling of suspension that holds me in its spell this morning, the outer worlds are moving faster, faster. We are flying down the long tunnel of Summer and we are almost at the end.
Many buds have formed on the tangled Moonflower vines, but they are still far from flowering.
Jack Frost is lurking and there is no telling when he will cast his frozen magick. If these vines do send a few fragrant flowers into the world, they will indeed illuminate the dark and open wide the doors of perception. I am wearing some of the flower essence in an amulet to align myself with their vibration. Soon there will be more dark than light in every day and we'll be looking backwards toward what was Summer.