It’s New Year’s Day and two candles burn on my altar. One is white and the other black, one for attracting, the other for banishing, one for dreams, the other for nightmares. Each has been carefully carved on every surface with words, the whispers of potential for the coming year, all of the wishes and hopes to flow into my life, all of the fears and worries to be carried away. Each is surround by herbs and filled with energy. The white candle is endowed attraction, tranquility, openness, prosperity, love. To the black candle is given sorrow, depression, hatred, misery. They burn equally bright and will be allowed to do so until each, in its own time, burns out.
The ritual is simple enough, but I don’t do it nearly as often as I should. In fact, I don’t think I ever managed to do this one at all in 2012, a.k.a. the year of not getting things done. I’d intended to do this ritual at Samhain but failed to go anything more than give it a passing thought. Solstice, as well, came and went without this being completed. So here we are at the dawn of the New Year, on the threshold of 2013, and the candles are finally lit. Out with the old and in with the new. May 2013 be better than its predecessor and may you find yourself blessed with all that you need in the coming year.