As the nights get longer and longer as Winter Solstice approaches, I notice the magick of the liminal. The pause before the next.
The sinking into questions and how my fingers trace December days to find the hope of the dawn.
I know there is hope. And I feel the truth of desire.
I call to the light. I call to the new day. I call to potential and the wheel as it turns.
A Simple Spell for Solstice
A beloved of mine gives candles as Solstice presents each year, carefully wrapped in paper and a card of blessings in the wintertime. Over a decade, I have received candles from other loved ones and there are spells that sit on my altars.
Candles from initiations and classes.
Candles from secret spells.
Candles from out loud spells.
I have plenty of light if only I remember.
So I take the candles out. As…
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