#witch thoughts

There’s something about needing something to believe in, needing to believe that you have power, needing to feel magic and whimsy and fun again after those first few years of feeling so lost in adulthood.

I’ve gone back to my plants, my candles, my Tarot, and it’s like returning to a part of myself. Who knows, maybe teenage me was right all along — maybe we do have the power to change our future.

There was a time I’d explain, justify, and overextend until I burned out. It is hard to find value in oneself, especially when mental health is shaky — more so in a world where we learn that any opportunity might be our last. 

Then I cast my first "No means no" spell — not to control others, but to anchor me in my truth.

That spell wasn’t dramatic. It was a white candle, black pepper, cinnamon, my own handwriting, and me trying to learn how to choose myself again and again — to look a little further than now and think about how I will be tomorrow after the choices have been made.

Protection isn’t only about spiritual attack or guarding. Sometimes it’s about not abandoning yourself.

I now have a little mini altar in my car that gives me a boost before work! I’ve also included a talisman around my rear view mirror. Somehow it feels a lot less compact in there now. 😊

The sunrise and sunset are the in between between day and night. Both a hello and a goodbye, and yet so much more.

The fork in a path holds so many promises of adventure and the unknown.

The comfortable pause in a conversation is charged with the potential for the next spoken words.