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The Turning Tide: Scorpio Full Moon & The Witches’ New Year 🌙🦂

I’m calling a vibe check for the South. 🌬️ While the Northern Hemisphere posts about blossoms, we are leaning into the bone-deep chill of the frost. The air is sharpening, the light is receding, and we’ve arrived at the visceral threshold of Samhain—the Witches’ New Year. 🍂✨

🌑 The Alchemy of Scorpio
Tonight’s Full Moon is in Scorpio: the sign of the crushing deep and the phoenix. Under this Frost Moon, the energy is raw and unpolished:

🐍 Shed the Skin: Like trees surrendering leaves to the gale, we are stripping back outgrown versions of ourselves to make room for the new cycle.

🛡️ Transform the Sting: Scorpio demands we view our “battle scars” not as ruins, but as blood-inked maps of our own resilience.

🕯️ The Thinning Veil: As the year dies to be reborn, the barrier turns to mist. It’s a night for gut-level honesty and ancestral whispers. 👁️

❄️ The Soul’s Harvest
This is the Hunter’s Moon—the season to gather the wisdoms that will sustain us through the bite of winter. We are stocking our internal pantries with the grit and the quiet fire that keep us burning while the earth goes dormant. 🔥📖

✨ Seasonal Alignment
It’s a Micromoon tonight—a distant, silver eye in the sky pulling at our emotional tides with massive weight. It’s a night for the rhythm of creation and a candle lit for those who walked before us. 🕯️🧶

Whether it’s the Scorpio unravelling or the Samhain stillness that has you—blessed be, babes. Love you. 🥰

I can see your light AND I can refuse to be collateral damage in your internal war.

This is how I love you: by finally loving myself, too. 🧡✌🏼🕊️

I love you like you’re born into my breath
every time I speak your name—
an altar for your soul resting on my tongue.

The moment I saw you drift into the music,
I felt my own ghost in your surrender;
Watching you lose yourself in the same beauty
that left me undone.

I thought I was a lone shadow,
Until your darkness enveloped me.

I love you in melodies, innocent and untethered.

I’ve always loved you—

A vow whispered in the throat of silence,
Born from the wound to become the alchemy.

I love you like the pulsing earth
Where life breaks through dark soil to reach for the sun.

I love you like a gentle breeze upon fevered skin.

I’ll love you as the seasons turn rhythmic,
spiraling into the void.
When the sun bruises the horizon for the last time,
when our footprints are devoured by the tide
and the tapestries of memory fray into dust,
I’ll love you.

Just like that first time the music claimed you—
when I felt my heart atomise,
flooding the air with the ache of the wish I made
— For you.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

Don’t knock on my door unsure.

Every time I unlatched the locks, I invited a hurricane.
What stormed the threshold ravaged my grain stores
and left me listless in the debris of my own kitchen.
I began to believe that love was a plague,
a swarm of locusts blocking out the sun, making my blood run cold.

I melted into the cracks in the floorboards,
sunk by the weight of being a footnote in someone else’s hunger.

I was bled hollow by the discard—
the casual way we throw one another aside like a rind,
treating a soul like a disposable thing.

Enough.

Give me the wild freedom of the ones who dance with me in love’s true rhythm.
The ones who don’t flinch when I pour.

Do not knock on my door with crumbs.
If you come, come with a heavy dish and a long story.
Sit at my table, share my salt, and speak the names of your ancestors.

Bring your abundance and your jagged blessings.
Bring the grief that tastes like smoke.
I want to sip wine into the dawn hours and look straight through your skin
until I see the wiring of your soul.

Come open or do not come at all.
Do not come to take, come to share….

If you are unsure of your own heart, you are not ready for mine.

You do not get a seat at this banquet.
You do not get to taste the neat whiskey of my life
unless you arrive with your chest cracked open
and your hands full of truth.

~Threshold

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You do not trip into the garden of a beautiful life;
you hack it out of the wilderness with your own jagged breath.

A beautiful life is a cauldron of love,
a potion pulsed to life by the fever of the heart,
not the heavy, clicking gears of the brain.

To truly live is to be unmade,
to willingly bleed into the soil
and acknowledge the beautiful, burning sting
of the things worth aching for.

It is surrender.

It is not always easy, but it is always worth it.

Do you hear that?
the wind carries the gentle whispered prayers
of the 80 year-old you may one day become.
They are clawing at the veil of your youth,
shouting through time that will vanish like smoke,
begging you to stop holding your breath.

They see the map you are holding,
the one you should throw to the wind—

Go where your blood runs hot.
Move toward the truth that already sings in your soul.

Do not mistake the mask for your face.

Happiness is not the polished veneer of a life,
it is the depth of the roots you sink into the dark.
It is the fierceness of your care,
the raw, intimate vulnerability of truly loving the day,
of throwing your heart into the teeth of the hours
until you are breathless, exhausted, and full—
instead of hiding, clean and hollowed out,
starving to death in the shadow of a life
that only looks like it matters.

A beautiful life is not watched from the doorway.

It is danced wildly until the soul is fully spent.

Step over the threshold… and run into the beautiful, untamed dark.

It is time.

Your beautiful life awaits. 😍🖤

The Wild & Radiant ADHD Heart 🧠🔥

This is for the “all-in” souls and the “fire-and-flood” feelers. For 🌈, let’s strip back the clinical labels and talk about the untamed wilderness of the ADHD heart.

We don’t do lukewarm. Our love is an elemental force—a sudden summer storm, a deep-sea current, a supernova in a quiet room. When we connect, we offer the marrow of our bones. 💗

But that intensity has a shadow: Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria (RSD).

RSD isn’t just “hurt feelings.” It’s a full-body takeover.

It’s the way a brief silence can feel like an icy tide of abandonment, whispering that we are suddenly, inexplicably, too much and not enough all at once.

If you have an ADHDer in your orbit, you are holding a lightning bolt. ⚡️ Here is how to keep the magic alive:

☄️Incinerate the Static
Vague communication is fuel for our internal fires. Clear is kind. If you need space, anchor first: “My battery is at zero and I need down time, but I’m not going anywhere for long.” 🥰🥰🥰

🌧️ The Post-Social Downpour
After the lights go down, we often replay social interactions, hunting for mistakes. A simple, jaggedly honest text—“I loved your energy tonight”—is the ultimate antidote to the RSD spiral. 😍

🧠 Honor the Hyper-fixation
Our “big” feelings and our obsessions are where our genius burns. Don’t ask us to dial it down; come sit by the fire instead. 🔥🤌🏼

🌊 Grace in the Waves
Sometimes the pain is loud and we react from raw nerves. We run, we burst, we hide. Hold our hands through the swell. We promise the sunshine on the other side is more brilliant than anything you’ve ever seen. 🌞

To my fellow neuro-kin: Your depth is not a defect; it is a masterpiece of evolution. You are a deep-sea diver in a world of surface-dwellers.

Remember: the first person who needs to honour your glory is you. Everything else after that is just a bonus. 🧜🏼‍♀️💙

Scrape the polite “yes” from your teeth
until your gums bleed a language you actually understand.

Go to the garden. Don’t sweep the path—

Dig.

Press your belly into the damp, dark flesh of the earth
until you feel the tectonic shiver of her spine against yours.

Let the rotating world grind the mask right off your face
and whisper your secret name back into your marrow.
When the clutter of “sorry” is burnt to ash,
when the performance of nice is a carcass in the woods,

listen.

That isn’t just a heartbeat—it’s a war drum calling you home.

It’s the heavy, rhythmic thrum of a creature
that has survived every winter it ever met.

Step out of the slipstream of the dying world.
Ignore the sirens, the digital scream, the fictions of fear.

Who are you in the hallowed, terrifying silence
where nobody calls your name and no one needs your milk?

You are the predator of your own peace.
You are the root, the claw, the unblinking eye.

Stop performing Womyn.

Find the selkie pelt still hidden beneath the floorboards.

Slide back into the salt, the wilderness, the silver-slick truth.

Be the ocean.

You aren’t lost.

You’ve finally come home to your wild skin.

~Freedom

I decided to frame some of my original art work.

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I was so inspired when I shared this quote for our team this month: “You will be lost and unlost over and over again... Relax. Love. You were meant to be this glorious, epic story.” - Nayyirah Waheed. 🥰

As the Lived Experience Program Lead at Peer Practice, I believe this is the core of what we do. My team and I are passionate about using our own stories and wisdom to walk alongside you as you grow and thrive.

We are truly trauma-informed and genuinely believe in the power of connection and shared experience. 💕

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I’m thrilled to say that we currently have NO waitlist, and our referrals are wide open.

We are so keen to meet new prospective participants who are ready to take the next step in their journey. We have loads of love to give and a strong commitment to seeing you succeed.

We are ready to connect with you if you are looking to:

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Milly Taylor
Lived Experience Program Lead
Peer Practice