she may just be a witchy woman 🔮

Dear Heart,

Im drawn. I’m flabbergasted by the excitement and desire to learn and discover. I am magnetized towards the cycles of the earth and the living, (and the dead).

I am curious of the past. The rich history behind every word written in every book. I am designed to live, breathe, taste, smell, touch, and think for myself.

The beauty of life and the magic it encompasses draws me closer to an uncovered meaning; a meaning that is there but not yet discovered.

Focusing on myself and everything in my life that affects the well being of my own life; I wish to design my own future and my own history.

I leap backwards to frolic in the old dusted over pages that smell of magical memories and blissful creation. The creatures which roam around us are the purest form of loyalty that exists.

Spring and Summer nights provide a clear brisk sky allowing the Moon’s light to cleanse everything accepting of its power below it. The Sun, rising from the East and setting in the West, delivers energy and benevolent warmth that nurtures and strengthens the being.

Plants bloom and spread the scent of longevity. The taste of the herbs on my tongues deep into the deep senses of my brain soothing the anxiety I have gathered from those around me.

The pain and the suffering of many years are turning a lighter shade of purple as I battle and decipher the beginnings of the pains and the places of where they evolved.

The judgments of others do not determine whether or not I concern myself in a ritual or practice. Daily rituals and practices are the time spent with myself by myself timelessly strengthening my vigor.

The power that I give to my mind when I write about my eager and tentative thoughts is a gift to where I may record the balance that I will become; this journey.

With Love,

Corissa