Stoking my gentle fire
Dear reader,
I’m sitting at the coffee shop (the first time I’ve chosen to work here in over a month) and it’s getting dark out. 4:15 pm in the winter is a strange portal.
Today I am thinking about bundling up into my winter cocoon. This season always asks me to slow down & go more inward, as it does for most people who live with seasons. This has been evident in all the tarot cards I’ve been pulling lately, too—more focus on my inner realms.
There is this new element I’ve been tending to that’s showing up in my inner world:
My gentle fire / the flame of my internal compass / the embers of my intuition.
My word for 2025 was MOVE, and it showed up in ways I couldn’t have predicted. I was expecting to move more physically, sign up for karate lessons, go to in-person yoga classes, you know… move.
Instead, what I got was a lot of internal movement and melting.
Melting down my protective layers and defense mechanisms, melting the freeze, melting the icy coatings around my heart. Moving all the gunky, swampy, old identities and making space for something newer, something more congruent.
In the melting, I’ve been creating more relationship with my anger, rage, and irritation, moving from reactive to healthily holding these feelings with responsibility and reverence.