The day actually started off rather dismally. I had gotten so little sleep the night before that I finally just got out of bed at 5am, fed the dogs, put Bella back to bed, and took Friz outside for our weekend witchy time. This morning, I felt the pull of the pond, so Friz and I leisurely walked in that direction.The sky was still a mixture of dark and light (a theme I am honestly getting used to and comfortable with in my own path). As we got closer to the pond, I squinted in disbelief. I saw a figure in a cloak sitting on a stump close to the water. Next to the figure was a dog…an all too familiar dog. Friz couldn’t stand it…he had to be near them…and I have to admit, my excitement was hard to contain too.
As we got closer, both the Green Wizard and Calliope turned to greet us. He had a broad genuine smile on his face and her whole body wagged. It is hard for me to put into words what these small magickal visits do for me. It is almost as if I have a chance to spend fleeting moments with someone who transcends time.
“Good Morning, Weathered Wiseman. We had hoped that we would see you this morning.” I answered his good morning and sat down in the grass. Calliope rolled over onto her back with her tongue hanging as far out as it could go. Friz, being the gentleman that he is, took that opportunity to pounce into the middle of her stomach. She didn’t flinch. She only licked him on the top of his head. “Today is a day of gifts for you, Weathered Wiseman.” He reached down beside him and brought out a walking stick…but not just a walking stick. The textures and the feel of it were incredible. The color was rich. My mouth fell open and I heard him chuckle, “Do you like it?” ‘Like it’ wouldn’t do justice to what this gift meant. I stammered, “Oh, you shouldn’t…” He said, “No…don’t say it. A gift should never come with a ‘you shouldn’t have.’ When a gift is given, it means only that the person giving it recognized that you needed it.” I thanked him and told him how much I appreciated the walking stick and then we continued our conversation.
As we talked, he told me that he enjoyed this time of year most. He explained that this was the time of year that all four elements seem to be most comfortable. It is this time of year that he is able to feel the strength and peace of God, Goddess, and all manner of animal spirit. It is in this time of year that his heart melds more with the heartbeat of the earth. As the sunlight overtook the sky, I could feel myself getting sleepy. I closed my eyes. I heard him say, “Rest, Weathered Wiseman, rest.” When I awoke, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see that the Green Wizard was gone. He is always in and out with the breeze. I looked at the time on my phone and picked Friz up and ran back to the condo. I had exactly 30 minutes to be ready to go hiking on Red Top Mountain with my roommate and a friend.
I haven’t been hiking in ages…and yes, it is murder on the body…especially when you don’t realize that you have aged a bit since that last time and your body is completely out of shape. I had the walking stick that the Green Wizard gave me….and thank goodness, too. Without that walking stick, I would have surely been dragging myself through the trails and ferns. The one thing that amazed me was the fact that I breathed so much easier on that mountain. Here at home, I wheeze and gurgle…a combined effect of fat, age, apnea, reflux and smog. As I walked among the trees, I listened to myself. Was I out of breath? Yes. Was there wheezing and gurgling? To my amazement, no.
We hiked over hills and through trees. We observed all manner of wildlife. As we turned at one part of the trail, we all saw this giant crow. Our friend mentioned that he had never seen a crow that big. My roommate chuckled and said, “It’s his fault. They follow him everywhere.” Then he turned to me and said, “Don’t call it to us….that thing is as big as a dog.” I laughed and told him that I have no control over whether or not he follows us, so he just needed to make sure he played nice.
As we climbed the hills on the trail, it was evident that the lake was coming into view more. I asked the guys if we could go sit by the water for just a while. They agreed and we made our way down a trail to the edge of the lake. Both of the guys with me know that I am a witch…so there is no surprise when I start picking up sticks to make wands out of. But imagine the surprise on their faces when I open up my backpack and pull out candles and skulls and crystals and my own wand. I had to laugh out loud at the looks on their faces. “Are you going to do spells here?” “Well, I really hadn’t given it much thought. Do you think I should?” I looked at them with a sideways grin and set everything up. They went about their business for a little while (taking selfies against the backdrop of trees and water), then they came over to me and asked what I was doing. “I am quietly enjoying nature and the elements around me. I am giving thanks for this time with yáll and the heartbeat of the earth beneath our feet.” They quietly sat down on each side of me, closed their eyes and began to breathe slowly. I looked up at one point to see each of them staring at my wand….so I looked around me and found two sticks that I had collected. I handed each one and told them that this was a tool that I used to focus intention. They placed them in their laps the way I had mine and closed their eyes again. I could feel that wonderful peacefulness washing over all of us. For those moments that we sat there enveloped in all four of the elements at once….we were concealed in peace and tranquility. Nothing existed that would cause worry, pain, confusion….only calm. At that moment, I explained to them that I liked to whisper the names of those close to me into the wind….offering them blessings.
It is in these moments of sharing that I see how truly strong the power of magick is. It isn’t about becoming all powerful. It isn’t about knowing or being more than someone else. It isn’t about ‘see what I can do and you can’t.’ It is about showing others the magick around us and letting them know that they have access to it too. It takes one simple thing: Belief.
As we continued to walk the trails, I would point out areas that looked like little fairy mounds….covered in moss and flowers. It wasn’t long before we were all pointing them out to each other. Yesterday was about allowing everything bothersome to wash away and allowing ourselves to turn our faces to the sun, feel the breeze against our skin, hear the sound of the water around us, and feel the earth beneath our feet…but more than that, to experience joy and laughter and peace.
Sometimes we just need to lose ourselves in the magick around us forget what the world expects of us. The brothers and sisters I have in the Craft are a giving group. When something calls to us for someone…we listen…whether it be a stone, wand, candle, or time. It is always the perfect gift at the perfect time.
Do yourself a favor this week. Give someone the gift of magick. Both of you will benefit from it.