Her Herb Garden

She sees the result of many years of quiet work. Some said this was an impossible garden: the wrong soil, too much wind, not even water. Nothing much could grow here, so they said. But she persisted, and nurtured, and tended, and cared, and over time, these elements were woven into a place that could support the green life she longed for.

Here, there are herbs to burn for clearing a home of energy that stills its life force. There are herbs that bring peace at night and deep, sweet sleep. Between these, there grow herbs to ease sore throats, to brighten the eyes, to soften the skin, to bring about desire, to make love last, to protect a sailor when storms come, and to help a traveller return safely home. She has grown all of these, crooned to them under moonlight, as though to children who need love and guidance to grow strong and well. And now she sees what she has created, and plans for the first harvest, and the many potions and teas, smoking bundles, and hair washes she will create. But first a moment to thank the Great Mother for giving her the foresight to grow nearly all she needs.

The abundance that is the earth’s gifts her strength and a true sense of being able to care for herself and how to help the world grow through her gentle hands, broken-nailed, coarse, and full of power.

Herbal magicks. Growing a garden. Self-sufficiency in magick. Herbs grown with love and integrity for magickal works.

Thinking you could never grow anything. Feeling a garden is too hard, too time-consuming. Buying ingredients without thinking of their source.