Yesterday, winter arrived on my doorstep. 4pm, and already the sun was setting. Outside it was cold and raining with a hint of snow in the air. To ward off the darkness I did some of the things I know to help. I brewed a cup of tea. I baked some bread. I put on pajamas at 6pm and snuggled in with a blanket and a novel. But the next day, when the darkness came again, it came with melancholy and I knew that another kind of magic was needed, so I put on my rain boots and my warmest coat and went for a walk.
When gathering items for making an altar, I let my eyes wander. I become a treasure hunter in a land that is full of surprises. This time I noticed Rosemary growing outside my house. A soft cushion of moss- emerald green. Under some big fir trees in the park I found a fir cone and some of the branches that had fallen together. Peeling bark of a madrone tree. A stick painted with yellow lichen. An acorn, A walnut and a chestnut, smooth and glossy brown. As I collected my treasures, something started to lift inside of me. See, said the something, there are wonders waiting everywhere.
At home, I arranged my gifts and lit some beeswax candles. A smell of smoke and sweet honey filled the air. When I make altars, I like to lay down something there to let go of. Something that feels heavy in my space that I am ready to release. Then, I welcome in the energy that would support to me . Gratitude. Magic. Wonder. Abundance.
I keep the little altar up for as long as it speaks to me, lighting the candles whenever I want to refresh my space with the intentions I have set. Then, after a while, I clear it away to make space for a time I want to create something new.
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I'm Norina, a curious explorer of our magical world.