never editted your WIP
never enjoyed it thoroughly
never felt satisfied enough
if you're nothing but pleased
if all you do is edit
if you never write anymore
if you've abandoned, ripped up, shredded, or spit on the very pages you held dearly—
your WIP is amazing and nothing will ever make you any less of an author.
The forest will never abandon you. Once you become part of their family, they will protect you forever.
prismsouls on ig
Here’s a collection of items you can easily find outside and their correspondences/associations
Grass: Psychic powers, protection, growth, nature, learning, healing, new beginnings, recovery from loss Pine needles: Cleansing, healing and strengthening. It also acts as a natural insect repellent Pine cones: Masculinity, fertility Maple Leaves: Feminine, moon magic, travel, learning, dealing with change, decision making, spiritual healing Pennies: Luck, wealth Dandelions: Divination, wishes, calling spirits Dandelion leaves: Summoning spirits, healing, purification, defeating negativity Red/purple wild clover: Fidelity, love, money, protection, the blessing of domestic animals White wild clover: Breaking curses Two leaf clover: Love, luck Three leaf clover: protection, luck Four leaf clover: Protection, psychic powers, spirit work, luck, success Oak leaf: Truth, steadfast knowledge, protection Acorn: Good luck, protection, wisdom, and personal power Walnut: Healing and protection
Feel free to add any more!
autumn 🍂
My moss terrarium that I made with my Grandmother’s old tea kettle that she gave to me. In the terrarium are mosses, grasses, rocks, and clovers. One clover decided to sprout through the spout :)
″Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. Worlds had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might blow…“
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
i don't believe that you become a witch. it was within and around you all along.
every time you'd collect rocks as a child, or spoke to the moon when you needed comfort, or even when that warm, tingling sensation would hit you while walking in the woods. it was always the little things that didn't quite make sense.
it was calling to you, remember that. you're no less just because you figured it out later.
Witch’s bevarage