Colour Witch's Coven - The Threshold

The month of May in my 12-step colour system is Gold.

Meaning: To Value

Conscience. Opportunity. Authenticity. Self-worth. Boundaries. The bright and shiny glittery stuff, but also the really dark and uncomfortable stuff. The toxicity of the Toxic City.

And Gold has asked me some really awkward questions.

·         What am I worth - I mean, really worth and not just in £? (because that’s not a lot)

·         What do I keep giving away? (possessions, yes, but also my experience and expertise)

Friday the 13^th and Valentine’s landing so close together actually feels heavy - but in a really good way.

Friday the 13^th is all about women, thirteen moons in a year, our bodies that move in cycles, our energies that rise and fall. After all, Friday is named after the Norse goddess Frigg, closely associated with the goddess Freyja, who understood that power comes and goes; it’s gentle, it pauses.

Freya wasn’t just love and beauty. She was desire, grief, rage, magic, and rest without trying to make any of it comfortable for other people. She knew that feminine power honours its own timing.

Then Saint Valentine comes along, and he tells us love should look a certain way. Being demure, giving, tending to your lover, making an effort, even when you’re knackered - Eff that, witches.

Real love is about choosing yourself, especially when your body is asking for you…

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,…

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.