Day one of forty - Venus retrograde chronicles

When a vision is striking, when you feel the magnetic pull, you listen. The vision I received a couple weeks ago was to bury my recently shed hair in the lemon balm patch with a dousing of rose petals. Then to save a portion and thread through branches of the backyard plum trees so the songbirds could use it to build their nests. I was to do this as Venus stationed retrograde. 

I did this yesterday. It wasn’t a long ceremony and it was pretty straight forward. I prayed while releasing a piece of myself I no longer had the desire to carry around. I thread the lingering strands around bare branches, tangling them just tightly enough they’d hold but loose enough that little beaks can break them free.