Notes From The New Moon

And It Harm None, Do What Thou Wilt 
I think, generally, since the last New Moon I’ve made good on almost all of my promises. I’m physically active in new ways, jogging regularly, and going outside. I’m reading again. I can’t lie to myself, or be modest or humble about it; when it comes to turning around my general mood I’m pretty sure I’m doing really well right now. When I make promises on nights of the New Moon, I make good on them, so naturally I need to keep setting loftier goals.

Exercise more: done. Curb urges: done. Pursue love: done. Make art: done. Be productive: done.

Make a potion: Well I haven’t done that yet. Unless a few cocktails count.

So what are the promises this time around? To Malachite, the physical entity, I promise to go one week having lunches that don’t involve meat. Vegetarian lunches, not in some moral pursuit, but just because that’s my impulse, that’s my routine. Bread, cheese, meat; vary it up once in a while, but largely formulaic. For my sanity’s sake, I need to at least try and find an alternative. Maybe I can swap out a quarter pound of roast beef with some mushrooms and a tomato, or some vegetables and hummus? I make this promise because my physical form demands and deserves some variety in its diet!

To Azura, ethereal entity, I simply promise to hold fewer negative thoughts. To let go of animosities, passive aggressions — I mean, why have the capacity for negativity? Why think negatively of somebody for action or inactions that you can’t explain or fully understand? I think I’m guilty of this more often than I’d like to admit. Now, I’m not going to turn into some sucker who let’s people take advantage of him, but I think in general, holding grudges just weighs you down. I don’t have to trust or like somebody if they’ve done me wrong, but oh my do I have to move past them, for my own sake. Poof the negative feeling they contributed right out of my psyche.

This is how the Lunar “Magick” works for me — it’s more or less anthropomorphized therapy sessions, so the only magic that’s going on here is that I’m saving hundreds or thousands of dollars on therapy.


What’s Up? (12/1/15)


I’m thankful that this Thanksgiving was a real uneventful, pleasant, just eat awesome food with your friends and family kind of Thanksgiving. It’s what I missed. Good food, warm conversations. Wine. Best friends. Really went all out for four nights there, if only to return to frozen food and pasta in Pittsburgh. But hey, that’s okay. I can make time if I want to cook, especially on the weekends. It’s just the pace of things usually leaves me wanting to do as little as possible when I get home.

Taking Care of the Inside 

There was an eight-day lapse where basically no exercise was done, and a lot of good food was consumed. I wouldn’t say just because I got back to Pittsburgh that I’ve fallen into a healthy routine again. If anything, I’m kind of focusing on some internal things right now. A few cups of tea to brighten up the day. A movie in the evening to entertain. Sitting back and enjoying Fargo Season Two while not on the back of a stationary bike.

I haven’t forgotten the sacred rule…

“Everyday, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan for it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen.” – FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper

It’s just, these last two days, I’ve needed more presents than self-improvement physical activity. Long as I live I’ll never forget to do things that keep me happy. I guess one of the things that’s keeping me happy right now is the prospect of not exercising right now. I know it’d be good for me, but in a way, so would pizza, Netflix, and a long nap.