womb alchemy

As I outlined in last month’s post, the LUNARCHY 2.0 Underworld pilgrimage has been well under way since first quarter moon of this month and we are only just emerging from a fortnight of submersion in periodical new-moon-induced darkness, writing as I am on the second quarter moon of October. Now we enter Scorpio season…

Breathtakingly lurid, from scarlet to sangria. Sticky; metallic-scented. A crust. Clotted and wet. Rivulets of it – or a mere drop. Blood is a symbol.  For the uninitiated, dabbling in this fluid is perceived as dangerous and demonic; evoking images of sacrifice and unspeakable horror. Blood is mysterious, for sure, but its magical application, folk…