These crazy days, when I’m working so hard, what keeps me sane is my witch practice.
I made ten minutes this morning—which seemed like a lot—to sit in front of my altar and do that.
I have a prayer. (I hate calling it that; to me it smacks of Christianity in a way I don’t like; but that’s what it is.) I’ve revised it over time. An earlier version started, “Spirit, Universe—show me what is mine to do, and remove from me what is not, gently and easily.” That’s a powerful request.
The “gently and easily” part is key. We tend to fetishize sudden change, but change like that is brutal. I ask that the change that I’m part of be as fast as possible, but gentle enough to be kind to me, and to everyone else.