A beautiful slice of life from a devoted witch, mother, teacher, and cook:
These are the magics born in each moment. The Witch Herself the Center and Circumference clad not in robes or draped in jet and amber but in the t-shirt she slept in, a pair of sweat pants and a dishcloth tucked into her waistband. She stands at the kitchen counter as an altar. She wields a steel butcher knife for an athame and a wooden spoon as her wand.
Read Cooking up Magic and send out a breath of thanks for that which sustains you today.