Colour Witch's Coven - The Threshold

As part of my plans for 2026, I am creating The Colour Witch Wheel of the Year - based around the sabbats, moons and the emotional meanings behind my 12-step colour system.

Today is the New Moon, and January in my Colour Wheel is Black - a time to Pause, Surrender and Rest. So the New Moon in January is actually Black within Black. A double darkness, however, it’s not an emptiness, more of a refuge.

I’m struggling a little with the overwhelm of Black. Not sure about you, but the world out there feels a little too loud right now. Full of uncomfortable situations, anxiety-inducing news and current affairs that feel like a punch to the chest. And your blood feels like sticky black tar, hate and anger lodge in the body, a discomfort that you just cannot shake.

Some of us feel that more than others - but,…

First full moon of the year.

I’ve been thinking about why wolves howl. They’re just communicating.

Calling out. Saying “I’m here. Where are you?”

A lot of my work is like that too. Colour. Feelings. Creativity. Being honest about being human.

And building community spaces where people don’t feel like the odd one out for feeling deeply or seeing the world that bit differently. Whether you crave to be part of the pack or a lone wolf, you're welcome here.

So if you’re new here, or you’ve been hovering quietly in the background, here’s where you’ll find me:

The Cold Moon. The Last Supermoon. The Awakening.

Tonight's full moon is the final supermoon of 2025, rising higher in the sky than any other moon this year - and the highest we'll see until 2042. She's called the Cold Moon, and she's in Gemini, the sign of stories, communication, and clarity.

This moon isn't asking us to do more. She's asking us to see more.

Coral is the colour of awakening - not the loud, frantic alarm-clock kind, but the quiet one that creeps in when you're finally ready to take notice. It's the colour of consciousness rising, of purpose clicking into place. Realising you've perhaps been telling yourself a story that no longer quite fits. Question it!

This moon, with all her brightness and height, is fully lighting up what's been half-hidden. What we've been almost seeing but not quite giving a name to. She's finishing something off -…

I go a whole fortnight without a post (due to my commitments at Whitby - an exciting announcement about that coming soon!) and then two, in 2 days - like buses!

But I just wanted to share with you that there’s something about a sky like this that makes you stop in your tracks. The Moon - huge, low, and glowing - sitting shoulder to shoulder with the Seven Sisters. If you’ve been feeling stretched thin, emotional, or oddly homesick this week, this might explain it. (See the ritual post from yesterday - it's still valid.)

Those sparkles beside the moon that astronomers call the Pleiades are a cluster of young stars in Taurus. But for many of us, it’s more than just a pretty patch of light. It’s a reminder of something familiar we can’t quite put our finger on.

I’ve always felt that tug. The kind that isn’t quite…

There’s a strange pull in the air tonight, and if you’ve been feeling the tension lately, then you’re not alone. Between the Super Beaver Moon (yes, that’s really what it’s called - sorry, my inner child is showing! 😆) blazing her brightest light of the year, and for me personally, the energetic madness that's flying around after the most recent Gothic Gathering in Whitby, it’s no wonder everything feels heightened.

This moon is sitting right on the fault line between the red of comfort and the orange of change.  She’s asking us whether we cling tighter or finally let go of the drama, the noise, the people and patterns that drain our magic.

If you’ve found yourself caught in power plays, emotional tug-of-wars, or, like me, just wanting to throw your phone into the North Sea… take a breath. That’s not weakness ~ that’s awareness. The moon’s just amplifying what’s already been bubbling…

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.