I stand before the altar on the windowsill. I take a deep breath and feel the air entering my lungs, a whisp of power entering my body. Drawing them in and down, the magick, the life force, flowing down through my body and bones, legs and muscles, and feet and veins extending down into the ground beneath me. I find myself changing my stance as something deep inside my body and soul opens or reawakens. My shoulders drop, my feet shuffle into a wider more stable stance, my muscles relax and my posture straightens.
I take another few deep breaths savoring the sense of reconnection with the earth below me, the sky above me, and the wide world around me. Then slowly I breathe and draw the energies of the earth and the world up into me and into each of my energy centers in turn, a few breaths for each from the base of my spine to the crown of my skull, and up into the sky above as I strive to reconnect to the many parts of myself and to the holy universe all around me.
After a time, I look to the altar before me. Taking up a stick of incense in my left hand, and the latest of many specially chosen lighters in my right…
“It begins with a breath, as I rekindle the fires”
Said as I light the end of the incense, holding my breath for a moment as the flame at the tip dances and kindles itself into being.
I set the lighter down and move the flaming tip of the fragrant stick in the shape of the Sign of The Crossroads, calling silently with my yearning and Will to the many powers of the crossroads and liminality as I speak the words of invocation
“Round, Round, Wrap Around, Protect me now, from Sky to Ground.”
The scented smoke wafts into the air, briefly holding the shape of the Sign before drifting, as I reconnect with magick and power and mystery. Transferring the stick to my right hand as I slowly move it towards the altar, running it back and forth as I mutter my greetings to the Dead, the Spirits, the Witchfather, and Hecate. Swirling the smoke in each of their offering cups in turn, before going to another household altar and greeting and blessing the Morrigan’s offering cup.
I return to the windowsill altar and set the incense stick into the bowl of salt and sand and ashes.
I then uncap the bottle of Florida Water and splash offerings of perfume into the various offering cups.
I stand for a few moments in contemplation. The offering cups had sat neglected for all too long, and then were emptied and thoroughly cleaned before sitting fallow for a time. Now the first of a new cycle offering sits within them perfuming the air, the scent dancing with the scent of my incense. Stirring my mind and memories with thoughts of renewal and recovery and reconnection.
Then it is time to turn to doing some devotional dishes, and cleaning, in the company of and in the spirit of welcoming and respecting The Holy Powers.