🌙 growing up with an eclectic witch mom 🌙
* 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 ♥️
