Through a Mirror

 This day, Sunday the 5th of January the year of our Lord 2025, is 8 Tijax/Etznab. On this day in May of 1952, a Wednesday, my Mother was born. I found out today we were both born in the B’atz tricena, her on the 8th and I on the 13th. We were also both born on Wednesdays.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe.

She has had a hard life—full of internal and external struggles. Today though, a beautiful clear morning, something seems to be coming into focus for her. Maybe I’m projecting.

From what I have gathered, Tijax is a day of healing and discernment. It’s the surgeon’s scalpel. It’s also the magic mirror, and in it we can see the movement of spirit.

My morning started with some simple offerings and went to see my mom and get groceries before jumping into the days’ readings. I was a bit worried they would be shit because the moon was void of course, but they actually were nice and smooth. I might just be getting better at reading,

Had a long kind of bummer conversation with my Dad about some problems he’s having that I won’t write here—but suffice it to say that if his fears come to pass it will be very sad and I will have a lot of tears to cry over it. Inshallah it will pass with the Mars Pluto opposition.

On the whole though it was a positive time. I can’t stress enough how bright and beautiful the morning was. After the bleak cold slate grey Saturday morning, and the chilly moist dreamscape of Friday morning, it was a warm but crisp, clear but with just enough clouds, and bright sunny Sunday. Archetypal. Let’s see what the moon’s day brings us.