We walk through the woods and talk about magic
A lot of witches need to do their taxes these days
And other truths that have me marveling
A coven mindfully eating chocolate over Zoom
The way we can read the dripping of candle wax
There is so much I don’t understand about the world
There is so much I cannot sense about the own forces
That guide my life
A cosmic team of my own
It’s late when we pull Tarot cards
At my kitchen table
Past, Present, Future, Advice
And I pull a string of royalty
I always did like a throne
Now is not the time to make a big decision
Now is the time to be steady
To settle
To put down roots
A blanket of snow awaits us in the morning
Bright and untouched
Magic, all on its own
With Love,
Natalie