I grew out of magick when I was thirteen. One morning I woke to find that brewing potions and shuffling tarot in my best friend’s room was an embarrassing secret that we would silently agree to keep. Like many children of the late eighties, I gravitated toward atheist conclusions and practical distillations of modern psychology. Years later, in Cambridge, I danced with a crowd ranging from yogis to hallucinogen enthusiasts. But after leaving college, I shed any kind of psycho-spiritual growth for the panic of entering the job market in 2011. I let uncertainty, political anger, poverty and short-sightedness dictate my actions. Practicality and reason could explain my problems, but they still left me unwell.
I am bringing magick back into my life.
Join me as I ease into a more spiritually fulfilled version of myself. There are already plenty of how-to blogs and books regarding how to become a wiccan or pagan, how to use divination, how to meditate on the divine feminine, and countless more methods, so I am not rushing to assemble a digital grimoire. I am in no way qualified to instruct anyone on their spiritual path. But I am determined to make a small amount of space for my spirit every day, and devote myself to growing that space each day. So if you also need a little more magick in your life, join me on the path.
Merry meet, and merry part, until we merry meet again.