The silky sheen of a silvery shadow glimmers from the bottom of dark waters. You can picture it now, can’t you? Stretch your legs, blink your eyes, and picture the tenuous loom of a twisting silver cord. An ever-revealing something wants you to know that we are living in multidimensional reality. Bend gently.
Today: the color merlot, flower agate, music in the key of G, the sound of an owl hooting outside your window and the anointing spell of sacred jasmine.
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Waning Gibbous
The moon is 18 days old