Today was my second Magickal Fair with the same organizers. It was such a joyful experience. It was a pleasure talking to visitors and vendors. I again saw blog followers, previous coven members, witches who’ve become sisters, and friends I hadn’t met yet. It was gratifying to see so many of my items going to just the right person. Something that didn’t sell at the last fair because the person who it was “made for” wasn’t there, she was here. Sometimes when making an items, I’ll think of a person. Then, to see that person buy the item had me doing a double twisting double tuck inside. I learned people were happy to choose an intention and have me make the spell bottle while they continued to walk around. It worked well for us all. Spell bottles were also much more popular than mojo bags. All but two of the protection charms I made sold. Every one was slightly different. Several woman commented about the spider hanging on one of them, and then I didn’t hear anything about a spider for a while, so I figured it had left with someone. Then, near the end of the day, someone chose that charm because it had a spider.

There are no coincidences. It was affirming to be among people who didn’t look at me like I was weird for saying so. Hugs, laughter, stories, tears, and practices were shared. The fire of creativity spun with the earthiness of everyone’s individual path made for the loving emotions of water, leaving air feeling left out. So it blew. Steadily with tiny calms and blasts strong enough to cause havoc for vendors, who were adding layers as the day grew colder. I was absorbing every bit I could. The wind felt like a blessing. It was freedom. It was the bird gliding above. It was its mirror self: spring wind blowing away winter’s chill was blowing itself into summer. It was blowing away that which I no longer needed. It was sweeping house to prepare for a new season. The wind felt wonderful, and my bare feet never felt cold.

I want to thank the two witches who will be first to say “Bitch, don’t you dare complain,” for only giving me The Look as I tell you I ache all over. It’s because this stubborn crone was, yes, very much determined to do it herself … the hard way if possible. I expect to hurt even more tomorrow, which is why I planned very few things. Monday I’ll get to see my dad, who is now in rehab.

Hope you enjoy your holiday weekend.