05/02/2026
Beltane.
Scorpio Moon.
And women remembering who they are. 🔥🌕
An altar built with intention—fresh fruit, sweet bites, because pleasure is sacred too and feeding the body is part of feeding the soul.
Bare feet on the earth.
Sun on our skin.
Water moving, grounding, reminding us how to flow.
Sisterhood doesn’t need to be perfect—just present, real and open.
And when the sun sank and that fire was lit… EVERYTHING shifted.
Drums beating like a heartbeat you forgot you had.
Voices and sprits rising.
No performance. No pretending.
Just WITCHES releasing, remembering and reclaiming.
The Scorpio Full Moon doesn’t play gentle.
She pulls it all up—desire, truth, shadow, power.
And under her light, we didn’t hide from it…
we embodied it.
Our sexuality—sacred.
Our emotions—powerful.
Our bodies—our home.
We let the fire take what we were done carrying.
We let the moon witness who we’re becoming.
This is what it looks like to come back to yourself.
Not polished. Not perfect.
But real. Magnetic. Alive.
The Goddess isn’t something outside of you.
She’s the moment you stop shrinking.
The moment you feel everything… and stay anyway.
And last night… SHE was everywhere.
