Musings - Queen of Wands

Truthfully, I’ve been thinking about her for over a year. Her ability to shine. Her vibrancy. Her unapologetic connection to her sexuality, sensuality, and sacred gifts. I just want to embody an ounce of her authenticity.

Lately, this ability to stay connected to our own internal flame has felt much more urgent.

This Cancer season has been something, hasn’t it? I feel like we were moving at lightspeed, and Cancer came in and ripped out our engines, plopped us in a tube, and sent us drifting down a lazy river.

We’re on a new timeline and we want to be off to the races, but we’re being asked to start our entry to this new portal slowly, intentionally.

The pains of the world have been in our faces for a long time, and now they feel like they are screaming. Our own individual pain perhaps as well, as we slow down.

But what I know to be true, is that this is indeed a new portal. This isn’t the repetition of old cycles or mistakes of the past. This is being willing to see those things clearly and face them, deal with them, and use the radiance of the Queen of Wands to keep ourselves and those around us warm.

We are not succumbing to the shadows or the fear or the pain. We are being asked to burn brightly and show them the light. To continue to radiate our gifts so that others feel our warmth. To continue to choose joy and pleasure even when it feels difficult.

I hope even as we continue to navigate choppy waters, we hold firmly to our burning flame to guide us.

By Chelsea Mancini

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Writing prompt for the week

What is your relationship to safety?

Consider the statement: I am safe.

What comes up for you when you say this? How does it land?  Where do you feel it in your body?  Does it feel true?

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Recognize your own magic

I moved to Boston eight years ago.

Eight years ago, I was a very different person living a very different life. I knew deep within me it wasn’t where I would be in the future. I was unhappy. I was scared. I lacked confidence and conviction. I lacked a relationship of reciprocity with myself.
I would often attempt to escape reality by hiding in bookstores and cafes. I’d retreat into the shelves, into the quiet and calm. I’d retreat into the pages of a book that promised to teach me how to be better, do better, have more.
I think I knew in my soul that I was running. There were many actions I could have been taking to improve my situation. Physically I was more than capable of doing so. But energetically and mentally I didn’t believe that any of it would actually help. I didn’t yet know how to deal with the ghosts and the fears that lived deep in my unconscious and kept me paralyzed in a state of fear and lack.
And so the books were there for me. I’d buy a baked good from the café — one of the few things I’d eat all day. I’d sit and I’d read, because I couldn’t afford to actually buy the book and take it home. I also didn’t want to go home. Because who knew if the lights or the Wi-Fi would even be on. The bookstore was safety and possibility.

I would read and the books would tell me to figure out what I truly wanted. If I had the money I desired, what would I do? If I could do anything with my time, what would it be?
And I would think to myself: “I’d love to do exactly what I’m doing right now, minus the fear and the running and the avoiding.”
I wanted to be allowed the freedom to drink coffee and read books whenever my heart desired, without the foreboding feeling that as soon as I stepped outside those walls I’d be met with the crushing weight of reality. I wanted to feel freedom, safety, and excitement.
That was eight years ago, and it feels like an entirely different lifetime.
Time is a funny thing. It passes, and life goes on, and somewhere along the way, you become a new person.
I almost forgot today’s anniversary. But my subconscious asked me to remember. It brought me back eight years ago, and I remembered that girl. That scared yet hopeful version of myself. I felt sympathy for her. I felt proud of her. And so, I took her to the bookstore.
We got a coffee. We roamed the shelves. And I bought her every book her heart desired. Because somewhere along the way over the last eight years, she fulfilled her dream.
She became the person who can sit in a bookstore on a random afternoon and feel secure in knowing that she is safe. The lights will be on when she gets home. She doesn’t need a cheap muffin because she has plenty to eat (but she can have it if she wants). She can even buy the books and bring them home.

She kept going even when she was surrounded by darkness and uncertainty. Her desires lived in her heart, until eventually, they were all around her.
And then I thought about who I might be in another 8 years. What will that version of myself look back and see? I sent that future version of myself love and gratitude, because I know she’s realized dreams even this present-day version of myself hasn’t thought to dream yet.
Over the last eight years, I didn’t even realize the creative power and magic I was wielding. I hope over the next eight years I never forget.

By Chelsea Mancini 

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