09/20/2026
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Today is wrapped in gold, my friends. Sunday belongs to the Sun, so our color is that warm, unapologetic golden yellow—the color of light returning to the corners we have let get a little too dark. Our number is 3, the number of creation, laughter, expression, and the kind of magic that gets stronger when it is shared instead of hidden away.
This time of year, my own worktable starts to look like a small flower explosion. I sit there pulling the petals from marigolds and calendula, making little piles of yellow, orange, and rusty red before they go onto the drying racks. If you dry them gently and right, they hold onto that color—and I love that. We spend so much of life being told things fade, but some things only become more useful once they have been given the time to change.
The Sun is our planet today, asking us to stand in our own light without apologizing for it. Sunflowers remind us to turn our faces toward what nourishes us. Calendula carries warmth, protection, and a little bit of bright stubborn joy. Marigolds have long been used to honor memory, welcome the beloved dead, and bring a fierce splash of color into the turning season. They are not delicate little wallflowers. Neither are we.
Set a citrine, sunstone, or tiger’s eye near you today if you need a little fire in your belly. Think of Brigid with her flame, Amaterasu stepping back into the light, and Sekhmet reminding us that a woman can be loving, radiant, and absolutely not someone to be played with.
And from Wicked Waters to every one of you—may you keep the parts of yourself that matter bright. May you make room for joy without waiting to earn it. May you be soft where it is safe, fierce where it is needed, and surrounded by people who see your light and never ask you to dim it.
