As we close our the High Holidays of the Jeshurun Rite, the old moon of Tishrei arrives as the New Moon of Chesvan. Before me and my friend were, mindful of the setting of moons, being careful and gentle with outselves, not allowing ourselves to be overwhelmed by lifr or by projects. As the moon turns new there is the temptation to think, time to leap back into what we are going, time to be tall and high and strong. But wait, the difference between a nearly waned moon, a new moon and a barely waxing moon is very little. As the Chesvan moon begins, let us still treat ourselves with care and bear our weaknesses with mercy. In fact, let's always do that.
But now, in this moon, and in these last days, we pass from the Jeshurun Rite into the heart of all things for a witch, the preparation for Allantide, the memory of ancient promises and deep commitments, the vow to work in power though, so often we feel so powerless. The reminder of the oldest gods who are behind every image of God, the call to remember.
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