The spell is the peanut butter sandwich,

The spell is the bedtime story,

 is the breeze that blows the grass. 

Enveloped,trillions of soft-little every day spells, in everyday tasks. 

Rituals. 

Body,Connected. With Spirit. 

Focus. Intention. Love. 

You’ve just forgotten how the magic works.

The spell, it’s  been woven into your stories, your hair, your recipes and clothes. Your body. 

Patient, everyday remembrance- waiting for your attention.