december reflections | red

Red hair like yours is unusual in all corners of the world. Other folk have often feared the red-haired as witches, or called them soul-less... But, it’s the perfect color for a mage!

Red is the color of the Earth itself, and of the fire that burns within it — and of the blood in our own veins
— Lindel, Ancient Magus Bride, V4” ― Kore Yamazaki, The Ancient Magus' Bride, Vol. 4

This is the quote I found this morning in my search of words about red. Being as I am a red-haired witch, it speaks to me. More importantly, the words about red being the earth itself, the fire within, the blood in our veins make me think of the red of the root chahkra, the foundation, the source, the stability.

Right now, nothing feels sure. 

Today, is December 2nd. Yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions. Historically, the United States is witnessing a profound shift in our democracy. As ready as I am for Donald J. Trump to be removed from the presidency via any means possible ( and we are huge steps closer with the plea deal by former National Security Adviser, Michael Flyyn ), it is devastating to see this level of national betrayal. The Senate passed a tax bill that shifts more wealth to the prosperous and places the financial burden of what that will cost onto those who can least afford it. 

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.
— taylor swift

This morning when I thought about red as a prompt, I thought about anger. All I could think was, "I see red." I am angry, furious, raging within. I woke up crying about the tax bill and the tears continued as they do when they start. They continue because of fear ... and anger ... and grief. I feel anything but balanced, rooted, sure.

I reminded myself that really when it is all said and done, that regardless of the resistance and the persistence, all I can do are the small things I can do. And I can love. Ah ... and red is the color of love. 

In the days after our election in November 2016, I took to Facebook each morning and I wrote love letters to the people. It was, and still is, a scary time. Love is greater than fear. I believe that. In the face of the unknown, in the face of uncertainty, in the face of everything in my life that has changed in the past four months, all I can do is love and love more. 

I called my love letters "fierce love on display." Maybe I am ready to get back to that. 

Today, red is also the color of hope. 


All of my life, the magic of plants as alluded me. I have bemoaned my black thumb. It was a story that I told to myself and of myself often. It's time for a new story. For the past month, I have acquired three houseplants and I am happy to say that they are all still alive and doing well. I also planted some things outside in the beds around our trees and they, too, are still alive. 

Instead of demanding perfection from myself and weeping over my lack of knowledge, I am allowing myself to be open and to learn. I have no idea what I am doing but I am trying and trying again. That might just be the most hopeful thing of all.