" that ole magik "


spells, crystals, luminous beings come down from the skies.

herbs, nature, the dank earth at dusk.

rituals, folklore, bewitching tales told in whispers around the campfire.

dreams, heartstrings, the belief in something so much your chest aches and the pain electrifies while vibrations are felt right through to the shafts of bone.

tonight's homework:

speak your wishes into the winds, and let them carry out across the oceans, so that in time, they may return to you