In a world that never seems to slow down, where productivity is praised until the very last moment of the waking day, it can feel rebellious, even revolutionary, to end your day with softness, reverence, and magick.
As the sun dips below the horizon and the world softens into twilight, we enter a threshold, a liminal moment where the demands of the day begin to fade, and the quiet of night prepares to unfold.
There comes a time in every day when we long to shed the weight we’ve carried, conversations, emotions, fragments of energy that aren't ours to hold.
There's a moment, just before the world turns fully inward, when the steam of a warm cup rises like incense and the scent of herbs wraps around your senses like a spell.
When night falls and your conscious mind begins to rest, another part of you awakens, the dreaming self, ancient and wise.
There is something ancient and instinctive about lifting your eyes to the night sky.
As night wraps its arms around the world and the pace of life slows to a gentle hush, there’s an opportunity to turn inward, away from the noise, the tasks, and the outward gaze of the day.
As the day comes to a close, it’s easy to carry its emotional residue with us into sleep - unspoken thoughts, minor irritations, undone tasks, or inner narratives that cling like cobwebs.
