Each year the Wheel turns, one crank at a time; sometimes it feels as though the gears are grinding slowly, stuck from the ever-constant friction of uphill battles. Other times it’s as though they’ve slipped, and the momentum generated more so resembles a runaway train than the peaceful pace we crave. This year’s shift from Mabon to Samhain has felt lightning quick for me… a whirlwind of rebranding and reinventing as Oracle Wellness metamorphosizes into its next incarnation: Ripple & Knot. Really, as I metamorphosize. The experience of transforming and transmuting is sometimes challenging to verbalize. More than once I’ve felt the tightness in my own throat as I bear witness to my own rebirthing. I find my breath. I relax my bones, soften my jaw, and contemplate words like surrender, and softness as I envision my throstvswathed in blue light. I’ve spent more than one Wednesday night this season working on Throat Clearings & Clear Communications. Really, how would a caterpillar describe the liminal phase of nothingness as she alchemizes into a butterfly? Are there words or even knowingness to describe the unforeseen majesty of flight that is yet to come? Can the caterpillar, even with premonitions of gossamer wings, truly know what lies ahead? My own journey has felt similar. Consciously unaware of what lies ahead, yet somewhere deep in my soul-bones, I Know. And in that knowing I am able to remain soft and surrender to what lies ahead… because I too, am ready to take flight. And what a perfectly synchronistic time to turn a page, and begin a new chapter, than Samhain? The Veil is thinnest. Ancestors and helpful spirits flit back and forth between realms offering their support and guidance. Sprites dance in the periphery. Each waft of smoke and flick of flame offer messages from beyond that even the uninitiated can recognize. How could this not be a witch’s favorite time of year? How can we not revel? Rejoice? And perhaps lend ourselves toward the more raukus? There is so much to celebrate: This moment. The past, certainly… our ancestors arrive in their finery, pull up chairs, recount their own stories and lore, practically demanding we take notice. And yes, the future, too… visions dance before our eyes of what is to be. Another gift from the other side. I invite you to invite Them. Set an extra plate tonight… pour your best spirits for the Spirits. Add their images, mementos, an offering of tobacco, a bowl of water, a candle to illuminate their path (and yours). Stir up the fireplace, or your cauldron, and bask in the warm glow after a filling meal, and gaze. Allow your eyes to soften, and will yourself to see— but softly. Sing them in and commune. Honor them. Honor your Self. At its most simplest, ask: what would my former self say to me this night? How many lifetimes have I experienced in this incarnation? How many times have I reinvented myself? And smile at how far you’ve come. This Path is long and winding, dear hearts. And as the Wheel turns, starting the Witch’s New Year, wuthering, and brisk, as though Hekate Herself is sweeping out the old with her blustering besom, ask yourself: how do I wish to BE this coming year? I wish to be softer. Bolder. More authentic. I wish to be a Rememberer. Cunning. Wizened. Mirthful. Present. Unfettered. Vibrant. Whole. Holy.