Darkness is not absence, love. It is the soil.

Light one candle in an otherwise dark room. Sit with your tea of choice & ask: what wants to begin in me this cycle?

Write up to three seeds, three intentions, on paper. Keep them small enough to actually grow. Fold the paper & tuck it somewhere you will find it at the Full Moon.

Say: I plant in the dark & trust the light to come. Blow out the candle. Done. Ten minutes, whole cycle blessed.

The moon is full & so, probably, is your head. Perfect timing.

Retrieve your New Moon seeds. Read them under moonlight if you can, lamplight if you cannot. Honour what grew, without judging what did not.

Now write what is ready to be released: the habit, the grudge, the story about yourself that has expired. Burn it safely, tear it, or dissolve it in water.

Leave water on the windowsill overnight to charge. Tomorrow, drink it or water a plant with it: the cycle, completed.