What do you think witchcraft is?
Do you think it’s pretty crystals and a bunch of herbs?
Do you think it’s talking to animals and dancing in the rain?
Do you think it’s rose incense and doing tarot with your friends?
WELL GUESS WHAT
IT CAN BE IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR
*AGGRESSIVELY THROWS GLITTER*
But it can also be blood.
It can be dancing in a storm through a forest.
It can be darkness and wild.
It can be speaking with spirits under the pale moon light.
It can be the chaos and madness that you could only dream of.
*holds out brownies*
Or it can be hurried sigil on doors when your own metaphorical British are coming.
It can be making friends with the monster under the bed that makes things creak and creep at night.
It can be altars with pop queens.
It can be cauldrons with bubbling brews.
It can be using the power of the grid.
It can be using the power of your mind.
*offers tea”
It can be having a long week but still feeling a pull.
A few words jotted down or said out loud.
A dance, a song, a sigil on a foggy mirror or in eyeliner before work.
A glance out the window at night, remembering what the night IS.
It can be a small tray of offerings and candles when you have down time.
It can be dreaming.
It can be a pocketful of hawthorn berries and iron.
It can be leaving water for the spirits as you tend to houseplants.
It can be quiet. It can be soft. It can be subtle. It can be when you’re able.
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