When The Sea Calls To You, You Must Listen— For Every Embodiment Of Mother Nature Has Something To

if you’re a witch who is caucasian you can’t:

do smudging

practice voodoo/hoodoo

be a bruja

be a shaman

call yourself a g*psy

have a spirit animal

do anything from a closed culture

you know why? because you’re not part of those cultures thus you can’t do or be any of those without appropriating it. also calling yourself a slur is fucking gross man. don’t do it. g*psy doesn’t mean free spirited it’s a literal slur for the romani people.

however, you can:

take aspects from open cultures and your culture

be a certain type of witch

do smoke cleansing

study herbology

have a patrnous/familiar

do tarot

make moon water

do basically anything that isn’t from a closed culture

do things from open cultures and your culture, don’t take from other closed cultures because, again, it’s cultural appropriation

and when i mean Caucasian i mean

✨ enchantedcrystal ✨

self care is going into a thrift store and buying random items that work well with your craft. jars, bowls, candle holders, spice shelves, otherwise nonwitchy objects that can easily be personalized. i've bought some of my most favorite alter items from thrift stores.

it's a surreal feeling. and i wanna feel it again.

stop what you're doing.

listen to me.

breathe.

it's okay to be overwhelmed at the idea of writing in your wip. it's okay to procrastinate. you have all the time in the world. it's okay to write in it months later, if you need that break, if you can't find inspiration.

stop stressing over your penmanship. it can be fixed. stop stressing over your word choice. that's what editing is for.

if your wip feels incomplete, don't start over. reread, plan, write. save the editing for after it's all on paper.

as writers, we often terrorize ourselves for not writing perfectly the first time. thing is, we don't realize that we're giving ourselves reason to stop writing. nothing you write will ever be perfect the first time, maybe not even the second time.

you just have to remember to breathe, come back to it later, and leave those worries behind.

me, crushing dried rose petals next to a glass of milk: so anyways, there I was, moon water spilling off my altar and a lit candle next to my paper towels, i was naked and couldn’t leave my circle in fear of invoking the wrath of the wraith, so-

my friends, concerned: dude.

Divination

Tarot cards: you’re fucked. You’re life is fucked. Your whole family is fucked. Your great grandchildren will feel the consequences of your absolute stupidity.

Me: ummm… rude?

Pendulum: what’s up?

Me: so, is this thing gonna happen?

Pendulum: hell yeah!

Me: are you sure?

Pendulum: No way, my dude ;)

Me: is it gonna happen or not?

Pendulum: idk

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Runes: you will embark on a quest. You must begin packing supplies. Stock up on fur coats and hiking boots. Crackling fires and woodlands await you. You will-

Me: I haven’t even asked a fucking question yet

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Tea cup: you see these leaves?

Me: yep

Tea cup: dont they look like a circle?

Me: absolutely

Tea cup: what if I told you that it was supposed to be a walrus in a pickup truck?

Me: well, how would I even begin to interpret that?

Tea cup: that’s your fucking job, you lazy witch

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Ouija board: youtr dead

Me: thats a typo, you stupid demon

Ouija board: gramar elitist

Me: THERE’S TWO FUCKING M’s IN GRAMMAR

*demon flies out of Ouija board and bitch slaps me*

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