several years ago, the Matron got deeply involved with this book:
Simple Spells by Barrie Dolnick.
Yes, there are potions involved. Herbs, tea, incense, candles, light. But the whole point was putting out your desire and need --and wish for the greater good -- to the Universe and seeing what happens.
The Matron and her husband would sit for an hour every night, setting out their dreams and wishing. They boiled oil. They crushed flowers. Burned a blue candle at exactly midnight. They DID SPELLS.
That phase, like so many others, ended. The spells faded. But so did the belief in magic --and that's not necessarily a good thing.
Lately, this intrepid family has suffered lots of failures, lots of no, lots of losses. Every sports try-out, a rejection. Every audition? You're number two. Try to get into a school? Uh, sorry. Aging grandparents? Ill and needy.
So today the Matron decided to pull out the spell book again--just to see what happens.
She's really not a believer in spells or religion. But there's something solid about sitting with your spouse for an hour every night, talking about the dreams, the demons, the desire.
Not really in it for the spell, but for that hour every night with her husband, talking. There's the magic again and she needs it.
6 comments:
Sounds like a blessed hour to me.
Dreaming is the essence of humankind. When we stop dreaming, we stop feeling hope and delayed gratification. Dreaming together is a good thing.
How wonderfully lucky, though, to have the kind of husband you can share this dreaming with!
And I'm sending all my best wishes that the spells sort out the other stuff too :-)
Life has been too busy here to have the evening walks that my husband and I used to take. I miss that time of sharing.
There is magic. I know it. Keep us informed of how things turn around now, because they will.
I think you're smart to pull out the old rituals--if only to heal your mind and spirit!
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