Winter Magic | Earth Magic Grimoire
WINTER MAGIC
You are standing alone in a vast expanse of frozen land. Everything is completely still. The world around you is so quiet you can hear soft snow blowing gently over hard ice.
You see only hints of black dirt peeking through the drifts of snow. Your mind wanders to thoughts of all those who came before, all those now buried in this frozen earth. Even in the silence they’re teaching you.
You feel grounded in this liminal state of hibernation. It’s as though the entire season brings the energy of a dark moon, the energy of rest and reflection. Your inner Priestess knows exactly what to do.
I call in the earthly energies of the North into this wild, holy space.
May my grounded magic root deep into the Mother.
May my ancestors remind my cells of the power of stillness.
You’ve plucked every weed out of the cold, tilled soil. The crops that didn't properly harvest in the autumn are tossed aside and burned for warmth.
The ground is fertile in its emptiness. The void is abundant. Everything is possible. You can begin again.
She’s waiting for you.
The magic of winter brings sharp clarity. You can hear your own voice again. Over time you slowly plant a few starter seeds in anticipation of spring.
Those seeds are your spells, wild one. This is Earth Magic.
Stay wild,
gail
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