Fuck your Spring Equinox rituals 😇🌸☀️

This Spring Equinox I decided to do things a little differently. On the celebration of Spring and the rebalancing of dark and light, instead of creating an Ostara altar and frolicking in the forest, planting seeds, setting intentions or whatever else I’m ‘supposed’ to do, I spent the day inside a dark, loud, steamy techno bunker dancing alongside fellow beautiful queer sweaty strangers, dressed in this epic outfit from Lupae Berlin.

It was fun, sexy, debaucherous and hedonistic as fuck.

And it was just what I needed after a long and challenging pandemic winter.

To be honest I’m bored of the trite ways in which different forms of spirituality suggest we celebrate and ritualise the wheel of the year, moon phases, holidays, astronomical events, or life transitions. If those work for you, great. They’ve worked for me in the past too, but this is your permission slip to create your own rituals by doing whatever the fuck you want (while still being compassionate and kind to yourself and others of course)

Go dancing, go skinny dipping, go to the spa, do nothing, do everything, take psychedelics, don’t take psychedelics, sing, cry, rage, cook, meditate, plant a garden, make art, make love, journal, protest… whatever feels right, whatever gets you out of your monkey brain and into the here and now, into flow.

If you want support in creating rituals for yourself, or energetic support in general as we blossom into Spring. Email me for 1-1 Reiki Coaching sessions.

Otherwise, I want to hear about how you spent the weekend celebrating Spring! Tell me over on Instagram.