Excerpt 1 from HONOURING OUR MENSES
“My days 26-28 in particular, I notice my instincts sharpen, my mind clouding, scent radar amplifying, and my body assuming the posture of shedding my internal skin. Like a serpent, I coil, hiss, bare my fangs, protect who and what I fiercely hold dear, and crave warm touch. My emotions and discernments, though at times exaggerated, are rarely wrong.
Fast Magick and Slow Magick
There’s fast magick, and there’s slow magick. Both have their functions - much like our two thinking faculties. I love the intuitive and emotional aspects of fast magick, and I also love the more deliberative, patient, and thorough power of slow magick. The slower build ups, deeper roots, sturdier with its layers as it grows above ground, more anchored in, immovable by pointless urgency — these remind me of the overlooked capacity of slow, and how slowness is a gift. Another comparison— magick and love — there’s loving fast, and there’s loving slow— and of course, love is a current that magick accesses. Relishing in slowness now.