Red House Rising: What the Full Moon Dragged Up
I promised a full moon post, and I’ve been trying to find the words, and honestly, I’m still not sure they’re here.
Once again, I think sister moon has cracked something open in me, so I’m going to spill it all out and be open and honest.
The last few weeks have been a lot.
Big opportunities. Long journeys. Bright lights.
But underneath it all, I’ve felt this dragging ache - a reminder that maybe not every invitation is actually meant for me.
I’ve felt it building for a while now. That strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.
The kind that weighs heavily in your bones when you keep walking into rooms where you just don’t fit - but trying anyway.
I’ve been in places that looked shiny on the surface… but something just didn’t sit right with me underneath. I’ve shown up with passion, I’ve delivered sessions where I remembered exactly why I do this work (I do love the energy and unpredictability of young people), but I’ve also been in rooms where I suddenly realised - this really is not my room.
I’m craving spaces where I don’t have to explain every part of myself.
Where I can speak in energy, and art, and feelings - and be understood without subtitles.
I’m tired of squeezing my strange and brilliant work into places that don’t appreciate it.
Tired of trying to "translate" my magic for people who aren’t even listening.
For me, The Red House is the part of my Colour Journey where our feelings live. It’s a place that feels safe and comfortable, where you could just give up and stay, have everything you might need, but the niggle in your head is saying, ‘You’re meant for more than this.’
It’s been a tad disorientating, if I’m honest.
Like my feet are here, but part of me is still searching for something I can’t quite name.
That ache? That’s hiraeth. The soul-longing.
Not just for a place - but for a way of being.
And this full moon? It’s reminded me that I don’t need to find that place, maybe I’m meant to build it.
If you’ve been feeling a bit meh, a bit over it, or like you’re longing for a version of home you’ve never quite had - you’re not alone.
Maybe you’re just being invited to discover your own Red House.
May you turn your darkness into light, your chaos into calm,
and your feelings into your fiercest kind of magic.
Raychel
The Colour Witch
Can definitely identify with entering the wrong ‘room’. Past versions of ‘me’ stayed too long and tried to fit in to the detriment of my own growth/well being. I almost felt like leaving a friendship, job etc felt like quitting and I feared being perceived as being flaky or too quick to pass judgement. Over the past 6 months I’ve been working hard to listen to my gut instinct, politely leave ‘rooms’ and stop people pleasing.
I really needed to hear this post today. Thank you for sharing 🙏❤️