My Dears: I was just cleaning my ritual room.
I was pretty agitated through this substantial task, because the whole big thing was a train wreck. Chaos fest.
So as I gathered up and put away every jar of herbs, every vial of oils, every pen and bit of paper, the random charms and spilled garden soil, crystals, feathers, and stray poplar buds, I realized, “It got this way because magic was afoot.”
Big magic in my wild world doesn’t consist of perfectly painted or chalked out symbols on a mysterious, immaculate temple floor or hooded, robed people chanting the ineffable names of who knows what, wreathed in candlelight and swimming in the smoke of rich incense.
While that does sound kinda fun, that’s not what big magic looks like in my kingdom.
Big magic looks like herb bits everywhere, and a candle dripping wax over there on the altar…
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