Every Full Moon you have a coven.
Every Full Moon Witches gather beneath the moonlight. They dance wild amidst the oak trees. They whisper charms on the balconies of their 13th floor apartment. They light candles and bonfires. They laugh and weep, raise up power and bury the dead. They reach out to the universe, with a heart full of stars, and a belly full of determination.
Every Full Moon, the Witches gather to keep each other company, care for each other, love one another. The path of magick can be a lonely one even if it may be filled with Gods and Ancestors. Whether or not you’ve ever danced with a hundred Witches or have only ever cast spells by yourself in the corner of your room, it doesn’t matter. You’ve always had access to the coven of a thousand Witches drawn to the Moon, drawing down the Moon, becoming more and more lunar with each passing cycle.
Every Full Moon, the Witches gather and call our for their kin. Seeking the stars in your heart, when we reach for the universe we’re reaching for you, beloved.
Every Full Moon you have a coven and we love you wildly and fiercely. Our magick is your magick, your magick is ours. So, beloved, when the Moon is full, gather in some sacred place, be it city or field, cupboard under the stairs or college dorm, and reach out your arms with your heart arched towards the night sky.
We are reaching back for you. And we see you. And we adore every single starry atom of your being.