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.