It's Friday, Freya's day. Venus. Evening star on the brink of her descent into the underworld. Luminous. Descending. She will pass most of this month in the dark, unseen. This water month. This burial ground. This womb.
But today, let it simply be Friday. End of the work week, gateway to a weekend with no visits scheduled. The surge and flow of that. Let it be a day dedicated to beauty and grace. I am grateful for her luminosity. For Watt's desire to be buried near me, for this life we are weaving together.
Let it be soft and spacious. Let it be willing.