The best types of magic, in my experience, are those which are unplanned. Spawned by growing need, not knowing why, a thought forms in the mind. An idea which addresses our needs. It takes shape in our mind. We think of what is on hand and realize that the simple ingredients we call mundane, are indeed as full of energy as we ourselves are.
I have felt a sense of disquiet lately. There are many reasons for this, a stressful year, recovery from surgery, releasing the pressures of constant mental activity during the short summer break from my studies. Being a mother and facing the pain of my daughter's start in this life, and hardest of all, missing the one man left in this world who has the power to make me feel secure.
Not to mention the constant flux of wights and ancestors which pass through these walls, known and unknown, increasing over the months until I feel the house itself is bursting with a thousand disembodied thoughts. The need to cleanse, to purge, to feel a sense of peace once more.
A simple thought transforms into an idea. The mind searches for the physical tools at hand. Fire and Water, Niflheim and Muspelheim, the most basic of elements at hand in nearly every modern home. Herbs possessing their own life force waiting to be awakened, tucked into dark boxes, growing ready in planters. A bit of special oil, rich in expense and purity, ready as a gift to the Vana Gods. All these things forming into an intuitive form of magic.
Then I find myself gathering all these things from their homes, combining them. I give my offerings, the words flow from my mind and onto the page, into the universe. Water and herbs simmer in a small bowl above the tea light lantern. And soon bits of scent and steam rise and permute the very air. I feel that disquiet moving, shuffling, and leaving this place. Quiet and Peace descends as I give a silent mantra to the herbs, beings of earth which for me possess an energy and power that is comparable to my own.
Work Your Might,
Cool of Water
There are some who might say my ways are Wiccan, but this is not true. My beliefs are deeply rooted in the earth, and my ways deeply dedicated to the spirits of Vanahome. I am no Wiccan, but I am a witch. A witch who like those of millenia past worked simple magic on simple means, to make their lives easier, and their loves stronger, in honor of the Gods.