I decided to stop after work and get some treats for the weekend, some more sage, and pause on my favourite bench on my walk home and stargaze a little, hope everyone's having a good new moon/Beltane/ may day so far !

Beltane. May Day. Thargelia. Same flame, different altars. Today the veil thins — not between living and dead, but between what was and what's becoming. Cultures separated by centuries and seas all felt it. They all lit fires on this day. That's not coincidence. That's memory buried in bone. The Celts leapt between twin Beltane flames to burn away stagnation and bless the body for the fertile season ahead. Villages drove cattle through the smoke for purification. The Maypole rose as a living axis between earth and sky — a declaration that life was returning and pleasure was holy. The Greeks understood the same pulse. The Thargelia in May honored Apollo with purification rites, sweeping communities clean before summer's heat. Offerings of first fruits mirrored Beltane's celebration of the land waking up generous again. Even the Anthesteria — though earlier in spring — cracked open wine jars and invited the dead to walk among the living, thinning boundaries just as Beltane does. 🗝️ Fire as purification. 🗝️ The body as sacred ground. 🗝️ Boundaries thinned so new life can push through. As Hekatean practitioners, we walk the crossroads between these traditions. Hekate holds the torch at every one of these thresholds — Celtic, Greek, and the unnamed ones living inside you. Drop a comment below: What's pushing through for YOU this Beltane? What boundary is thinning? What fire are you walking between? 🔑🔥🌙 En Erebos, Phos! -Tirza

Carry the flame. Tonight I rereleased the Healing for Grief video, and my heart is full. 🕯️ Grief doesn't ask permission. It just arrives — heavy, shapeless, and sometimes so quiet you don't even recognize it sitting beside you. I've been there. And I built this ritual because I needed it first. Introducing the Ritual of the Torchbearer 🔥 This is a companion grief ritual I created to walk alongside the Descent: Underworld Journeys course, which is slowly making its way into the classroom. Think of it as a lantern for the dark halls — something you can hold when the journey underground gets tender. En Erebos, Phos Love, Tirza

Today, I’ve decided to pause, go to the forest for a walk, and connect with the nature. I chose a cleansing walk and sunlight over overworking/thinking. Happy Beltane/full moon 🖤

The veil is thin on Walpurgisnacht — the night between April and May when bonfires have burned across Europe for centuries to mark the hinge of the year. The old ones lit them on hilltops to drive out what no longer belonged. Tonight we do the same thing, just quieter. Just inward. And the sky is not playing small. Tomorrow, Beltane, the Full Moon peaks in Scorpio — squaring Pluto, dredging the basement, illuminating every pattern you've been managing instead of healing. Scorpio doesn't let you tuck it back in neatly. She pulls it into the light and says now what? Hekate is the one standing at the threshold saying you already walked through the fire. Stop crawling. Stand up. Jupiter expands what it touches. On this day, under a Scorpio Full Moon, with Walpurgisnacht burning at the edges — Jupiter expands your capacity to trust what survived. The version of you that made it through the thing you don't talk about at parties. You're not fragile. You're forged. So here's tonight's threshold work: 🔥 Walpurgisnacht Prompt: What are you ready to let the fire take? Not a vague intention. Something specific. A story you've been telling about yourself that isn't true anymore. A fear you've been feeding past its expiration date. A role you've outgrown. Name it below. Burn it here. Let the coven witness it. I'll go first in the comments. 💜 En Erebos, Phos ✨ Blessings, Tirza