Answering the Call of a New Era | Music, Magick & Motherhood

A woman walking along the beach in silhouette

From Endings to Initiation

As Neptune prepares to leave the dreamlike waters of Pisces and enter the blazing spark of Aries, I’ve been sitting with the weight of what this transition truly means—for the world, for women, for mothers, for artists, for the magickally minded people of the world.

Pisces, the final sign of the zodiac, brings the collective through a reckoning. It’s an ocean of endings, of spiritual nostalgia, of grief and beauty intertwined. And Aries—Aries is the cry of a newborn. It’s a soul breaking through, gasping with vitality, saying: “I am.”

This passage, astrologically and personally, has felt like a raw rebirth. One of sorting, grieving, and surrendering.

A young baby girl learning to walk — Me, age 1, learning to walk in all my glory!

Boxing Up a Life

Recently, I helped my parents pack up their home to move out of the city they have spent their last 25 years. A simple thing, on the surface. But in truth, I was walking through the echoes of decades. Every object held meaning. Every discarded item felt like a tiny death. What do we keep? What do we release? And why?

It stirred up a deep reflection—not just about them, but about my own life as a mother. The way time moves too fast when you’re raising toddlers. The way our children change us, and the bittersweet ache of knowing these days won’t last forever.

I resonated with the energy of Pisces in a new way—an ache for the past, and a resistance to what must be let go.

A mother walking with her two young children

Two Worlds, One Soul

One night, I sat down to write a song. I thought it would be about living between two dimensions—the mundane world and the mystical one, the now and the eternal. But what poured out was a sorrowful melody about the speed of time, about how deeply precious life is.

It became a song about being human, about surrendering to the unknown, and how little control we actually have. That’s when it hit me: we are not meant to control everything. We’re meant to feel it. To live it. And then to surrender.

Birth Is the Blueprint

I gave birth to both of my children in water, unmedicated, and I consider it one of the most sacred, raw, and powerful experiences of my life. Not because it was “perfect” but because it demanded my surrender.

A bathtub surrounded in beautiful candles and lights — My birthing tub for my second birth

You can’t control birth. It overtakes you. There’s no turning back. And it’s messy, painful, profound—like so many other initiations.

This is what Neptune in Aries feels like to me: a cosmic labor. A push into something new, fiery, terrifying, and divine.

What Are You Willing to Surrender?

In this eclipse season, with Chiron in Aries and the South Node in Virgo, I’ve been asking myself hard questions. What am I willing to surrender? What outdated responsibilities, patterns, and perfectionist tendencies am I finally ready to let go of?

And more importantly: what helps me embody “light”?

three women holding roses and lit candles over a bowl of water — A recent spell performed by the High Priestesses of the Divine Warrior Witches

We often think surrender means giving up, but truly, it means giving in.

Into the current. Into trust. Into a deeper knowing that your life matters, and your joy matters.

A Devotional Life

As I’ve leaned into this idea of surrender, it’s become a devotion. To my deities. To music. To a life that’s aligned with meaning, not just productivity.

an altar with a red mask, skull, and statue of Hades and Persephone with a candle and journal — My growing shrine to King Hades and the Dread Queen Persephone

I’ve structured my days around ritual and rhythm—not because I need to control, but because I crave connection. I want to show up for what matters, not hustle through what doesn’t.

And I know I’m privileged to live this way. As a stay-at-home mother, I have that flexibility. But no matter your situation, there is always a moment you can claim as sacred. A breath. A candle. A note of music. A whispered prayer.

Music, Magick, and Motherhood

So what’s the point of all this reflection, this eclipse season, this personal rebirth?

For me, it’s the realization that my mission is music.

Music has always been my bridge between this world and the other. It’s the language of my soul. It’s the vessel through which I can be both witch and mother, artist and priestess. It’s how I serve, how I process, and how I connect.

And that’s what I’ll be pouring myself into—creating sounds that heal, that awaken, that guide others through their own rites of passage.

What’s Being Born in You?

Neptune in Aries is not just a new chapter. It’s the start of a 270-year journey. We are the first sparks of it. The initiators. The ones who are asked to burn for what we believe in.