It has been grey, grey, GREY the last few days, which, in combination with my monthly cycle approaching, has just sapped the magick right out of me. I used to be REALLY ashamed of admitting that my spirituality waxes and wanes with the rhythms of my body, highs and lows of my life, and of course, the sun and the clouds of the sky. As I grow older, I am however learning to be more accepting and compassionate towards myself when this happens.
Cooking, for me, is the most accessible way to reintroduce magick to my life in times like this. After feeling drained and uninspired for the past week or so (as you may have noticed from the lack of blog posts), I decided to head to our small but cozy kitchen to cook up something magickal.
Truthfully though, what I cook for magickal purposes is actually not much different from what I would cook for sustenance. The biggest difference is the intent that I put into every magickal herb and plant that goes into that large soup pot – my favorites being celery, cilantro, lime, oregano, basil, bay leaf, thyme, star anise, cinnamon, and of course, rosemary. Having my husband, a green witch whose chosen goddess is Hestia, blow on these magickal herbs before they go in adds an additional oomph to my magickal cooking.
Yesterday, for example, I made the soup of protection and prosperity – which really was Laksa, a traditional Malaysian soup. Today, I made soup of love and health – a tomato spring vegetable soup, and soup of prosperity and protection – basil tomato cream soup. See how it works here? These soups are just soups, using regular ingredients that one can find in most kitchens. What makes them magickal is the intention to harness the plant spirits and blessings of Hestia to add spiritual meaning and purpose in our lives. The added protection, prosperity, love, and health of course does not hurt!
I truly believe that magickal food does, in fact do what they are intended to do if the intentions are true and present during the cooking process. After eating my “love” soup, my husband and I had a lovely afternoon cuddling, napping together, and making art. Yes, one may call this confirmation bias or positive psychology – but really, who cares? It makes me happy, it makes my husband happy, and invites a sense of spirituality, peace, gratitude, and wonder to our home. If that is not magick, then well, I don’t know what is.
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