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Here is an Eclipse poem and a few short and sweet ritual tips for the Solar Eclipse.

Tales from the Majestic Mothership is BACK! Jen and Ellie return to the mic to talk Gemini into Cancer season , finding your inner regality, and bear survival.

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Love this poem on the Winter Solstice!



"It was beginning winter"

The holidays are upon us!!! This week Jen + Ellie are back to talk the November Crystal of the Month: Malachite, and how it can get you through the holidays this year! They also touch upon their absolute must-haves to make every holiday that much more delightful.

I couldn't help myself!  A poem that helps me process all this eclipse-y stuff!!!



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XO Jen



Waiting—Afield at Dusk



Robert Frost - 1874-1963

What things for dream there are when spectre-like,

Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,

I enter alone upon the stubble field,

From which the laborers’ voices late have died,

And in the antiphony of afterglow

And rising full moon, sit me down

Upon the full moon’s side of the first haycock

And lose myself amid so many alike.

I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,

Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;

I dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven,

Each circling each with vague unearthly cry,

Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;

And on the bat’s mute antics, who would seem

Dimly to have made out my secret place,

Only to lose it when he pirouettes,

And seek it endlessly with purblind haste;

On the last swallow’s sweep; and on the rasp

In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,

That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,

After an interval, his instrument,

And tries once—twice—and thrice if I be there;

And on the worn book of old-golden song

I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold

And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;

But on the memory of one absent most,

For whom these lines when they shall greet her eyes.

This poem is in the public domain.

This week Jen + Ellie dive into the fun + breezy FAQ of... Human Design! Discover a whole new layer of your unique spiritual blueprint as they cover each one of the groups. Remember to pace yourself when uncovering all there is to know on the topic-- there's a lot of info out there and it can be overwhelming!
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