Moons · Turnings · Sacred Dates
The wheel turns whether or not you mark it. We mark it.
The Practice
We do not observe these dates with ceremony for ceremony's sake. We observe them because the body responds to time, and naming the turning is the first act of being present for it.
The dark before the drawing. We go quiet, we sit with the want before we name it. New moon nights are for planting — not announcing. One silent intention. One lit candle. Nothing explained to anyone.
The peak light. We speak what has been building. Full moon nights in the Discord are alive — confessions, sharings, the Queen's word goes long. Walk outside if you can. She sees you whether or not you see her.
The year's crown and its darkest valley. Summer: wear gold, be undeniable. Winter: light one candle — not because it is enough, but because it is yours. Both solstices are marked in the circle with Mattea's full address.
Beltane, Samhain, the turning festivals — these are the hinges of the year. We mark them because the women before us marked them, and refusing to mark them is forgetting something the body already knows.
The calendar is being inscribed…
You Are Already Inside the Wheel
Every turning on this calendar is observed in the Discord — live ritual calls, the Queen's address, the circle gathering in voice. The new moon waits for no one. Neither does the solstice. Neither does the fire.
Join before the next turning. She marks it with everyone who is already inside.