This week there is a new moon, and although I am not one for big rituals, I like to use these moments to look inward.
The new moon is the time of beginnings. Everything starts in the dark: seeds, dreams, intentions. There is nothing to show yet, but much is happening below the surface.
I sat down with a notebook and asked myself: what do I want to sow in this cycle?
I do not mean grand goals. Rather small and true things. A habit of caring for myself. Less time in front of the screen and more in front of the window. Saying no with more clarity. Calling my mother more.
The new moon does not ask us to do everything right away. It only asks us to name the intention, to put it somewhere it can begin to grow.
I like to think that the darkness of the new moon is not an emptiness. It is a womb. A place where things are gestated before they are born.
Today I sowed my intentions in the notebook. Tomorrow, when dawn comes, I will remember to water them with small gestures.