* getting flowers for every holiday. every.one. * so. many. herbs. (honestly like a big ass cupboard) * going crystal shopping together (and spending too much money and time there) (imagine my dad crying in the corner) * flowers in every room in the house. every. * so many rose quartz stones (because i’m born in may) * our house is filled with candles * drawing a protective sigil over our door every new years evening * “i accidentally spent 300€ at the florists and im not even regretting it.” (actual quote) * cutting my hair only at new moon * going to medieval festivals because they are hella cool * with like proper outfit and shit * no idea for a present? herbs. * or plants. * or candles. * bonus points if they are colour coordinated * celebrating samhain, ostara etc * living for the autumn season * convincing my dad that “yes we need that cat. totally.” * srsly how is he not going crazy * explaining my friends it’s not weed, it’s sage. * cleaning spells while cleaning the house * discussing herbs for spells in shops and earning weird stares * huge ass, gorgeous garden * “go water the flowers.” * “go mow the lawn.” * “don’t discuss with the mother witch.” * she sends me videos at 3am how to cut the cherry tree. why. i cry. * water bottles out of glass with energising crystals on the ground * her grimoire is so beautiful * like srsly her handwriting has me crying.
but most important: knowing that whenever id wanted to stop being a part of all this, it would have been okay. my dad is not a witch, and that’s okay. for me witchcraft is just a part of my life and i love it and am proud to have a witch mom ♥️
January has been off to quite a slow start for me, and a little bleak after all the end of year bustle and excitement. Isn’t that always the case? So I’m adding a bit of colourful inspiration to this famously dreary month, to make it a little cosier *coughcough hygge* instead.
I live for chilly autumn afternoons. You’ve just walked home, the sky above is gray and there’s a chill in the air. With every step you take, your combat boots that are laced high to your knees, crunch upon leaves of orange, red, and yellow. On your way, you pass bales of hay and pumpkins that grin at your back. A black cat scurries past your feet and you slip inside your house. You put the kettle on and make yourself a cup of pumpkin spice hot chocolate. Your favorite halloween movie is on and you throw on your sweatpants and your favorite flannel. There’s a cinnamon scented candle burning on the coffee table and an untouched plate of apple cider donuts. Buried beneath the covers on the couch, your hands wrapped around a mug, you let out a sigh. This is what you live for. Outside, the wind howls and the moon reveals itself behind thin layers of fog. Just before you nod off, you’re sure you see a witch flying across the sky. Your dreams are full of swirling colors of gold and red and black cats that trail after cackling witches.