descent

prepare, prepare

The time is coming. The time for magick in the woods. A place I haven’t been before. A place I may never see again. The years are funny like that. I can only prepare for what I think might happen. All my tools of my heart. Of my hand. Of my intuition. Packed up, arranged, and folded so they fit. There will be a moment when I feel I’m not ready. When I feel I won’t know enough or know what to do. So I prepare. And not all of it is mystical. Some of it is eating more green […]