New Moon Ritual: February 2026
I’ve never woken up with my feet actually sore and aching following a dream about hiking. So, that was new. I’m not going to analyze this particular dream for y’all. Instead, I am just going to lay it out for you as I experienced it. Given the energy of it, this seems the appropriate way to relay this message.
This dream involved ruins. Some were ancient ruins that I couldn’t recognize. Others, the hollowed-out shells of the suburban United States. We trekked through valleys that served as refuges for wildlife, hidden oases teeming with nature. Some rivers we forded were choked with garbage.
We did not walk in a straight line. Everything was a circle. We journeyed in broad, meandering loops. If you charted our paths on a map it would look like a flower made of dozens of misshapen petals. In reality, it felt more like gigantic arms sweeping the horizon, trying to embrace the land.
In the center of all of this was a camp. It looked like it was at one time a trailer park, but had since grown to include tents of all sizes, RVs, and more. There was a dedicated market space that was illuminated at night with those white Christmas string lights that look like icicles.
Dust and dirt covered some surfaces. Ivy grew up the sides of trailers and boxcars. This place was not new. People had settled here years ago.
The center of this modern village was a large tent, the kind that might be used for fancy outdoor events. And, inside, were The Weavers.
Those of us who went wandering were tasked with brining back scraps - bits of old flags, torn pants, sun-beached art. When we returned home, we would deposit our haul with The Weavers.
They stitched the our new world together from the scraps of the old. Sometimes they added in a piece of fabric exactly as it was. Other times, they would carefully pull at a thread until the whole thing unwound. These threads would be recycled to mend or make other additions to a tapestry that spread out across the entire interior of their large tent.
The tapestry grew in every direction. The Weavers seemed to know where to add on to it. This tapestry helped us dream of a new world, a new way of being. You could stare at it and get lost for hours.
We lived in a place surrounded by ruins, but in the center of it all those with vision were carefully building a new blueprint for our future.
