Of rosemary in the rice pot,
of murmured words to the bathwater,
of telling the crows the whole story and not leaving a single part out.
Call it magic, call it manifesting, call it making a decision with your soul wide open.
It’s all the same to me. /3
Of rosemary in the rice pot,
of murmured words to the bathwater,
of telling the crows the whole story and not leaving a single part out.
Call it magic, call it manifesting, call it making a decision with your soul wide open.
It’s all the same to me. /3
thank you,
carry this hope,
remember her laughter,
grow strong enough to hold my grief.
This is a kind of spellwork.
But not the kind they warned you about. /2
thank you,
carry this hope,
remember her laughter,
grow strong enough to hold my grief.
This is a kind of spellwork.
But not the kind they warned you about. /2