Today, I returned to a familiar working - one of reflection, protection, and the quiet reclamation of my own energy.
My practice of reflective magick began with an encounter that taught me how the bitterness of others can seep into our lives, even through the mundane exchanges of day-to-day existence. Someone whose actions and words carried an energy I would not welcome into my sacred space led me to craft this particular working. Rather than absorb their darkness or allow it to linger, I chose to return it to its source. The full tale behind this spell's birth remains a secret for another time.
I began by cleansing my space with Palo Santo, letting its smoke spiral through the room as I prepared my altar. I gathered my crystals, arranged my tools, and cast a wide circle. A black candle burned beside my mirrors, while Onyx incense wove its fragrance through the air, surrounded by stones of the same name.
There is something deeply comforting in returning to a spell cast before - the familiar weight of tools in hand, the rhythm of words spoken, the intention flowing through each movement. Yet no two workings ever feel quite the same.
Just before beginning my working, I drew a rune from my set of Witches Runes. The Sun revealed itself - a symbol of vitality, abundance, success, and good fortune. I placed it among my tools, welcoming its energy into the working. It seemed a fitting companion to a spell devoted to releasing that which does not belong to me, leaving room for that which does.
With moon water and a soft cloth, I tended to the reflective surfaces of my mirrors, speaking the words of my incantation as I worked because what is not mine, I shall not keep.
My intention was not to send harm, but to return that which does not belong to me. To release what I have no desire to carry and to reaffirm the boundaries of my sacred space.
Once my working was complete, the day unfolded in a wonderful and unexpected way.
A message arrived from an artist whose creations I have come to treasure. She had remembered a piece that had slipped through my fingers and offered me a glimpse of two new creations before their release.
I had chosen the Empress to accompany me today, inviting a little good fortune into my afternoon. And as I found myself the recipient of another's thoughtfulness, I wished that same abundance upon her.
It was during that exchange that I experienced a moment of déjà vu - the unmistakable feeling that this conversation had happened before. I have experienced such moments many times, and they never cease to fascinate me.
Perhaps what I love most about days like this is the way the ordinary and the magickal seem to intertwine. A familiar ritual, an unexpected kindness, a moment that feels strangely remembered.
Not everything requires an explanation. Some things are simply meant to be experienced, appreciated, and tucked away among the little mysteries of life.
And today, I find myself grateful for all of them.