Pagan Insights Project - Prompt: In Your Own Words
We’ve had four days of soaking rain, interspersed with slow rolling thunderstorms. It has been deeply refreshing; full of the peculiar lucid clarity of rain-light, an ever-changing palate of greys stacking against one another, the rising scent of wet green, the pattering sound of dripping leaves and growing puddles.
In my mind this has all been indigo; an excursion out through the rain to the candle factory came up with bright indigo library candles. A happy serendipity, I think. I want indigo clothing, and eyeshadow. I want to feel mystical and full of mystery. I want to pair it with turquoise. I want to open my intuition and perception wide.
The rain and its’ accompanying cool temperatures have broken summer for good, at least for me. While I’m sure this bizarre and uncomfortable year is far from finished throwing the heat, the sudden influx of all this water has quenched the season of Fire officially for me.
So here I am, feeling indigo. The sunset of the year is coming, and I am more than ready.