As the Gemini Full Moon of December 2025 cast its luminous glow, it invited me into a realm of introspection. This celestial event called for solitude, urging me to delve into my inner world and release the burdens quietly draining my spirit. Dreams, rich with symbolism, became portals to understanding, guiding me to let go of what no longer served me.
With Neptune’s direct station in Pisces, a transformative 14-year cycle came to a close, reshaping my inner self and dissolving outdated identities. Emotions surged, dreams intensified, and intuition sharpened, leading me back to the core of my truth. The Sagittarius New Moon also graced the sky in December, acting as a beacon for renewing my daily routines and nurturing my health, balancing service to others with honouring my own needs.
2025 was undeniably my year of Magic. This enchanted word became my guiding star, drawing me into a realm where mystery intertwined with daily life. It was a journey of embracing my roles as a WayFinder and Lightworker, celebrating authenticity and the wild spirit within. Magic was not just about transformation but about healing, tapping into Earth’s energies, and reconnecting with untamed beauty.
Standing on the precipice of 2026, my heart swells with anticipation for a year centred on Freedom and Emancipation. The Keepers of Light Life Path oracle (by Kyle Gray) reading has unveiled a path of profound change and liberation, promising a flourishing professional and public life guided by a redefined sense of purpose and success aligned with my authentic self. This is the year of Expansion of the Heart, where true growth happens in spaces of safety and emotional support, allowing me to redefine belonging and deepen my capacity for love.
Financially, 2026 invites me to reassess my relationship with money, letting go of long-held scarcity mindsets to embrace abundance through joy and passion. It’s a year ripe with opportunities for entrepreneurship and creative endeavours, where prosperity flows dynamically and vibrantly.
In this vibrant realm of existence, where love and acceptance intertwine with each heartbeat, the idea of Earth Angels shines brightly as a symbol of hope and transformation. These radiant souls, driven by a divine mission to spread love and healing, guide us towards spiritual evolution. My journey has been profoundly touched by such an Earth Angel—my Aunty Denise. Though not a blood relative, she embodied the essence of an Earth Angel with her quiet strength and boundless kindness. Her unexpected passing nearly two years ago left a void, yet she gifted me a legacy of love and liberation. In our last moments together, she encouraged me to embrace my wild-hearted odyssey, to dance to the rhythm of my own drum. Her unwavering acceptance and belief in my path have catalysed an enormous change within me, setting me free to explore the world with an open heart. Aunty Denise’s spirit continues to guide me, her indelible mark a testament to the power of Earth Angels in shaping our lives for the better.
As the sacred dance of life calls me to unleash my true self, 2026 becomes a canvas where divine interventions guide each step. I honour my lineage, healing ancestral wounds, and embracing a future rich with purpose and joy. This journey as a Lightworker is illuminated by the lighthouse versus rescue boat analogy. The lighthouse stands tall, offering steady, long-term guidance, empowering others to find their own way, while the rescue boat dives into crises, offering immediate relief but risking burnout and dependency. This year, I embrace my lighthouse phase, a beacon rooted in the wisdom of trust, light, love, rewilding, and magic that has shaped my path.
In numerology, 2026 is a year of new beginnings, a 1 year, and a 10 year. It’s also a Fire Horse year in Chinese astrology, a time of passion and dynamic change. As I embrace the words Freedom, Emancipation, Co-creation, and Beloved, I am ready to dance into this new chapter, guided by intuition and a heart purified by fire. Here’s to a year of becoming, where authenticity and balance reign, and where the wild heart beats ever stronger.
To feel in 2026… one with nature, guided by inner wisdom, held by the land, nourished and inspired, at home in my own skin, drawn to the trees, wild and free.
Toyed around with which word to use:
- Freedom: Old English meaning exempt from a particular state or condition, evolving from a Proto-Germanic word meaning “beloved” or “at peace,” linked to tribal belonging and protection, linked to words like “friend.”
- Liberty: Latin meaning free choice, independence, exemption from constraint.
- Emancipation: Latin meaning to take out of hand, freedom from legal or social bondage, release from restrictions.
In the end, there are aspects of all three words at play this year.
I encountered some profound thoughts recently, and though I am unsure of their origin, I paraphrase them here:
Each family births a soul attuned to the quakes within their lineage. This one dreams in symbols, waking weary from battles unseen by others. She mourns for wounds not of her making but coursing through her veins. She carries more than her own sorrows; she bears echoes, ancestral murmurs, and silent grief buried for ages. Labelled as overly sensitive, too intense, too different, she is heaven's cycle breaker. Born with open eyes, her spirit rejects deceit, her nerves react to manipulation, and her heart refuses to accept dysfunction as normal. She doesn’t turn her back on her family; instead, she saves it by refusing replication. She disrupts, interrupts patterns, and says “no more” when others accept “that’s just the way it is.” She questions the unquestioned, heals the unhealed, and voices the unspoken. And yes—it costs her. Comfort, belonging, and inner peace are the price. Breaking a cycle incurs resistance; inherited pain loyalists label her an enemy. She is blamed for chaos she merely revealed and accused of shattering the already fractured. But here’s the harsh truth—the chosen one is often sacrificed before being revered. She walks in solitude before honour finds her, misunderstood before remembrance. Even those she liberates may never express gratitude. Yet she stands firm, knowing what others don’t—yielding perpetuates the curse. Silence allows the wound to persist. So she becomes the fire, not to destroy her family but to cauterise what has bled for generations. When the smoke clears, the bloodline transforms forever. For once a soul awakens, the spell is irrevocably broken.
Disclaimer: the words above and the resonance described below are not to say I have a terrible family in the here and now. Quite the opposite in fact. I am sharing this part of my story as we all carry ancestral wounds, it is no one’s fault, it just is. I am only now beginning to understand my journey in terms of being the cycle breaker and pattern interrupt for my family and this includes my soul family.
These words resonate deeply! For this Wild Heart, it has been more than just breaking my ancestral cycle of wounds, but also my wider journey and the people I’ve met along the way. I only see it now in hindsight—all those nights crying in a foetal position on floors, body wracked with pain as my heart cried out, “What did I do?” or “Why me?” It has been worth the pain in the end as I have been cracked open to live authentically, and the reward is seeing how the spell has broken for so many around me. This is not me, but the universe working through me. I think back to my lowest moment on a concrete floor of my little Maun home, the energy surrounding me filled with all my broken dreams. A chink of light in the dark spoke gently and softly—be my sunshine. I still wake up each morning with that intent. I certainly do not get it right all the time, but still, I try.
I have been writing and rewriting this post since the 1st of January. Stolen moments to myself in between a horrendous list of have-to’s for work. I feel like I am on the edge of a deep and profound shift personally—a renewed soul calling for me and my Anam Ċara. But drowning in the overwhelm of an unsustainable workload in the here and now. The opposite of work-life balance, living to work has become my norm of late. Actually, perhaps it ever was. The opposite of freedom and emancipation. Perhaps that is why it is so overwhelming at my day job, to teach me just this—let go of the old hustles I felt I needed to earn my place in the world. Surrender to the flow of soul calling, allowing the healthy boundaries to show themselves and settle. Perhaps I needed these last two months to start embodying my word for the year, my year of emancipation taking shape so I could articulate the concept more thoughtfully. Here’s to Freedom.
