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I was always told to never define something by what it is not, because then you are defining it in the negative. You spend so much time telling people what belongs outside the fence that you never actually invite them into the yard. So, when people ask me what Devotional Witchcraft is, the best way I know to describe it is to use my clinical social work brain. That part of me immediately thinks, "Describe the model behavior." Show me what this thing looks like when somebody actually has to get up on a Tuesday morning, go to work, wash dishes, pay bills, deal with people, and somehow remain a spiritual person through all of it. For me, the Devotional Witch is embodied in the Good ...
The element of air can be found in the East on the spiral path of magic. Air represents the invisible forces that shape our lives, including how we breathe, feeling the wind against the skin on our face, and the frequencies that we listen to, and it also represents the unseen realms. The unseen realms may seem invisible, but they hold may connections to the element of air—especially the beliefs we hold about ourselves, the world, and the power of our ability to choose. Our beliefs create the thoughts that we have over and over. The thoughts that repeat then create the voice that we use to speak to ourselves. How we speak to ourselves and of ourselves influence every aspect of our ...
Magic is often thought of as complex, and it can easily be forgotten how simple and accessible it really is. I believe so many people love the autumn season because it is simply unavoidable to experience its simple and accessible magic. The temperature starts cooling, the leaves are changing color, and the enticing scent of pumpkin spice begins filling the air. A few of my fall faves include apple cider, warm baked goods, and gourds as far as the eye can see. The gorgeous fall colors, showing us that life is about to become cooler and cozier. The new beginnings of a new school year. Wearing comfy hoodies and sipping warm beverages all day long. And all the while the days grow shorter ...
Image by Wolfgang Liemberger I remember one winter evening from my childhood in Austria more than any other. One December 5th, shortly before I was ten years old, I heard the doorbell to our apartment ring. As I followed my father down the dark hallway to the foyer, the clanking of a chain and some eerie grunts sounded from behind the door. Before my father opened it and a huge, dark figure with mighty horns filled up the whole door frame, I was gone. I don't know how I got from there to under the dining room table that quickly, but before the monster had even made one step into the apartment, I was hidden. I also don't know why I thought that under the dining room table was the ...
