Cast a Spell; July 9 2025
It’s one of those days, y’all. One where I’m reminding myself I want to use this blog as a positive space and not one where I whine endlessly about my frustrations, my pains.
But hoo boy, on the pain front. I must have done something to my legs, because they feel like I’ve lit tiny fires in my knees that flare up every time I move them.
That, alongside everything that’s going on in the world…
I’m just having a hard time with it all, I guess. I’ll survive it, but I’m acutely aware that so many others won’t.
I wish that power didn’t make people lose sight of why we’re here. We’re supposed to care about each other, differences be damned.
But I digress. There’s a lot more I could say on this, but it’d be incoherent and upset and I need to latch onto something light. I don’t know who knows this about me and who doesn’t, but I choose to believe in magic.
There’s just so much in this world that I don’t understand and acknowledge that we don’t have a solid explanation for. I refuse to rule anything out completely. Science, to me, is when we have a name and reason for the things we used to call magic.
So I cast spells sometimes. I don’t think there’s any one ‘right’ way to cast spells – it’s about ritual and intention.
When I was a kid, I used to sneak out at night to gaze at the full moon sometimes. Didn’t matter if it was the dead of winter; I’d be out there in pyjamas, standing in my backyard, just staring and pouring all my confusing feelings out like the moon could do something about it. Looking back, I think I was casting spells. Getting myself through hard times.
It’s no different than religion to me, too. I had a great conversation not long ago when my kid had a playdate over at my house. Her friend’s mom and I sat at the dinner table and talked about my tarot cards, because the kids had asked me to do readings for them.
‘God is in your cards’, she said. It doesn’t matter if my idea of a god is different from hers – I look to tarot for guidance sometimes, cast blessings on my house, keep protective spells in jars because it helps me sleep at night.
I cast a spell on the first day of July. My version of a prayer for something good to happen this month.
And it doesn’t matter if the magic is real, honestly. It’s getting me through.
It’s different, but that doesn’t matter either. You should care about the people who believe in magic, because I care about you too.