I often forget the power of music to create the deepest depths of feelings in me, including sadness but also hope within the catharsis of that sadness. I raised not by wolves but on a steady dose of wishing I was a British goth in a moor, decrepit literature, poetry, mythology and raucous musicians in Hysteric Glamour and Adidas outfits on the covers of NME and Melody Maker. So, post my Pluto/Hades Hypnosis class (found on replay at Attune to the Moon, go check it out!), I did my usual sun-drenched wander through the cemetery and added to the playlist with some moody songs. I will probably keep adding. Playlists are never-ending sources of upleveling to me — which is probably why Spotify won’t let me like songs anymore. They said, you are through, talk about going into the Underworld lady. You’ve been there, done that, come out and around again.

Just talking to myself and wishing for an online radio station of my very own.

Leave a Legacy of Light,

Nadia