Happy 2021!
Over 2020, I took a sledgehammer to my “built” foundation, and in the autumn began a process of planting seeds in the rich soil I uncovered. On Winter Solstice, I burned the words “fear-based and scarcity mentality” in sage and wood.
On the last full moon of 2020, I told my parents that I have a new last name, the last phase in an 18-month process of uncovering and living it. This quiet defiant choosing of my own identity rather than the roles given to me was a fulcrum.
I vacillate between trying to find my footing and realizing I never lost it – I just don’t know what I’m stepping on/into. It is all unknown. And it is scary AF, but also enlivening.
The amount of personal work I’ve done to get to this point, especially over 2020 when things started to blossom and move in delightful ways, is no small feat. Thank you to Mother Earth and those closest to you for providing a gentle opening that beckoned me in. I found home in myself this year, and ancestors I never acknowledged before. This upcoming year will be continuation of practice. I plan to:
Follow the flow: the water, the cycles, the love.
Do controlled burnings and work through my wounds.
Look up and float.
Get dirty. (Ooooooo…)
2021, let’s play.
Leah Moss 
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