From the Candle’s Glow
The Aries witch does not wait for permission. She strikes the match. She opens the door. She begins.
Ruled by Mars, planet of action, passion, and drive, the
From the Candle’s Glow
There is a quiet moment each year when the world pauses between two breaths—winter’s last whisper and spring’s first full exhale. It is a moment
From the Candle’s Glow
March does not linger at the threshold. It crosses it.
Where January held the quiet hush of winter’s dominion, and February stood suspended between frost and flame,
From the Candle’s Glow
There are moments in the turning of the year when the sky grows quieter—when the stars seem to lean closer, and the world invites us inward rather
From the Candle’s Glow
March does not whisper. She arrives in the wind.
Where February softened the frost, March tears it open. She rattles windows, stirs sleeping roots, and sends rain against
