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Rituals vs. Spell work: Understanding the Difference
When delving into the mystical realms of magick, it’s essential to grasp the distinctions between rituals and spell work. Let me illuminate these concepts:
Magical Practices (Spell work):
Definition: These are simple workings—everyday magics that don’t necessarily involve elaborate rituals.
Duration: They can take seconds to a couple of hours.
Intent: They have an intention, an end goal, and a magical act.
Examples: Taking a magical bath, divination (like tarot), reciting a spell, meditating, or lighting a candle.
Ritualistic Level: Not very ritualistic; no casting of circles or complex spells.
Rituals:
Definition: More elaborate magical works with structure and specific components.
Duration: Longer than practices due to their complexity.
Purpose: Assist in walking between worlds, raising significant energy.
Components: Often involve casting a circle, calling quarters/elements, and invoking spirits or deities.
Examples: Full moon rituals, spell bottles, transformative magics, protection spells.
Spells:
Definition: Spells consist of words or phrases with a specific intention.
Components: Usually involve words (or emojis) and focus on a desired outcome.
Purpose: To signify, relate, or talk—directing energy toward a goal.
2026 Witches' Calendar
January 3 ● Full Moon in Cancer (Wolf Moon) January 18 ● New Moon in Capricorn February 1 ● Imbolc February 1 ● Full Moon in Leo (Snow Moon) February 17 ● New Moon in Aquarius February 26 - March 20 ● Mercury Retrograde March 3 ● Full Moon in Virgo (Worm Moon) March 19 ● New Moon in Pisces March 20 ● Ostara April 2 ● Full Moon in Libra (Pink Moon) April 17 ● New Moon in Aries May 1 ● Beltane May 1 ● Full Moon in Scorpio (Flower Moon) May 16 ● New Moon in Taurus May 31 ● Full Moon in Sagittarius (Blue Moon) June 20-21 ● Litha June 15 ● New Moon in Gemini June 29 ● Full Moon in Capricorn (Strawberry Moon) June 29 - July 23 ● Mercury Retrograde July 14 ● New Moon in Cancer July 29 ● Full Moon in Aquarius (Buck Moon) August 1 ● Lammas August 12 ● New Moon in Leo August 28 ● Full Moon (Sturgeon Moon) September 11 ● New Moon in Virgo September 23 ● Mabon September 26 ● Full Moon in Aries(Harvest Moon) October 10 ● New Moon in Libra October 24 - November 13 ● Mercury in Retrograde October 26 ● Full Moon in Taurus (Hunter's Moon) October 31 ● Samhain November 9 ● New Moon in Scorpio November 24 ● Full Moon in Gemini (Beaver Moon) December 9 ● New Moon in Sagittarius December 21 ● Yule December 24 ● Full Moon in Cancer (Cold Moon)
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I still think about us sometimes, usually in passing, usually when I’m not trying to. It comes up the way certain songs do, or a smell, or the feeling of being understood without having to overexplain yourself. I don’t replay everything, just the sense of it—how natural it felt to exist next to you, like we were part of the same thought moving at different speeds.You were always the left side of the brain, the part that knew how to organize the chaos, how to put names to things and make them manageable. I was the right side, all feeling and intuition and half-formed ideas. Together it worked. I didn’t feel scattered when I was with you. I felt like I made sense, like my softness wasn’t something I had to apologize for or translate.When I was with you, I felt more alive in a grounded way. I noticed myself more. I trusted my thoughts. Life felt less like something I had to survive and more like something I was actually participating in. There was a comfort in our sisterhood that made me feel steady, even when everything else felt unsure.I miss that kind of closeness sometimes—the kind where silence isn’t awkward, where being side by side feels like thinking out loud. Not every connection is meant to last forever in real time, but that doesn’t mean it disappears. Some of them stay internal. They shape the way you think, the way you move through the world.This isn’t sadness, really. It’s gratitude. I’m glad I had you in that way, at that time. I’m glad I know what it feels like to be met where I am. I carry that with me now always 🤍
black coffee tastes like genuine ass but if it means i'll be skinny who cares
zine I made!
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prints of this drawing are now available in my shop :-)
let you go because we had to—because we outgrew what we were and who we were together. It wasn’t bitter, just necessary. But sometimes, when a melody sneaks into my ears and the lyrics feel like they’re narrating us, I can’t help but wonder if you’d love it too.
I don’t reach out; I know we’re past that. But in those fleeting moments, it’s like you’re here again, sitting beside me, sharing headphones, dissecting every verse.
I don’t miss us, but I do miss the quiet parts of you that only music ever seemed to draw out.
Sometimes, the hardest goodbyes are the ones that go unspoken, the quiet end to a friendship that once felt full of meaning. Today, I’m letting go of an old friend — not out of anger, but out of love for myself and the life I’m building.
For so long, I held on, hoping things would shift, hoping to feel seen and valued. But lately, I’ve realized that I was giving pieces of myself to someone who may have never truly seen who I am. It’s strange to realize that someone you once shared so much with may never have liked you for you. Maybe they liked a version of me, or maybe I filled a space they needed at the time. Either way, that connection feels faded now, like a book you’ve outgrown but once loved.
Saying goodbye doesn’t erase the memories or the laughs we shared, but it frees me to find people who see me, the real me. It’s letting go of waiting for validation, letting go of trying to fit into a shape that doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s a quiet, bittersweet step forward.
So, thank you for what was, and goodbye to what no longer fits. Here’s to the friendships that feel easy, mutual, and genuine, and to becoming a person I can be proud to keep around. 🌿
In the dim corridor of fading connections,
I stand, clutching the remnants of our past.
Your absence, a shadow, creeps into the spaces
where laughter once echoed, now hollow and distant.
The effort has waned, replaced by silent withdrawal,
and I, left holding threads of a tapestry
unraveling at the seams. The darkness thickens,
an unwelcome guest at the table of our friendship.
Memories flicker, brief candles against
the encroaching void. I trace the patterns
of neglect, each line a testament
to the decay of what once thrived.
In the stillness, I confront the ghost
of what we were, now a spectral reminder
of effort unreturned. The void expands,
and I, untethered, drift into acceptance.
This parting, a solemn ritual,
a requiem for the bonds we've lost.
In the depths of this separation,
I find strength to seek the light anew.
I don’t want to be me anymore
I want to be small for him
I need to be small for him
He says I'm perfect
I don't believe him
I need to be perfect for him
what we all strive for . . .
burgundy nails, cigarettes, unfinished books, messy hair, oversized clothes, bones sticking out, tired eyes, black coffee, and chapped lips.
— Nicole Lyons