Every morning, first thing, I go into my office, turn the lamp on and whisper, “Hail Hestia, First and Last,” as she is the first and last light in the home—always. I sit down at my desk and light a stick of incense. As the lighter clicks on, I repeat, “Hail Hestia, First and Last,” as she is the first and last flame in the home. I hold the incense up to the heavens and say my morning prayer to the gods, thanking them for their constant presence in my life. I put the incense in its holder.
I start my morning music.
I pore over my daily planner, writing down the to-dos and appointments of the day, putting in stickers and making little doodles. This makes me smile.
I sit down at my second desk, fire up the computer, and begin to type out a set of affirmations. I type each affirmation seven times, as seven is the number of creation. I speak each affirmation aloud as I type it because it is by the word that all worlds were created. I type them and keep them as I feel it is bad woo to erase a thing you have set the intention to create. I have ten or more affirmations I type every day. It takes about ten minutes to complete the exercise. When I’m done, I move on to my morning writing.
Among the last three affirmations I write are two regarding myself as a witch and my relationship to my religion. Even though I have written many affirmations before them, it is always in writing these two that I receive the best revelations and inspirations. Today I realized that, without my knowing it, I have, over all this time, created a routine spell I perform each morning. Other than the fact that I cast no circle, this routine has every other element of a spell.
I make an offering.
I invoke the gods.
I play music to set the tone.
I set my intention.
I act in a way that has proven to move energy in accordance with my will.
I offer a benediction.
I was amazed when I realized this. This is how magical lives are made. I am elated. I am excited.
For example, I read once that refrigerators often become makeshift altars to things that are most important in our lives, such as our children, trips we have taken, our pets, or, in the case of magnetic poetry, our creativity—words themselves.
What do you suppose you do as a daily routine that is really a magical act? What spells have you cast without even realizing it at the time?