You don’t need to be whole to begin.

You don’t need to feel light, or aligned, or even remotely stable.

You just need a moment—a breath, a flicker of stillness—to remember you’re still here.

This post isn’t about pretending everything’s fine. It’s about building tiny, sacred anchors when everything feels like it’s slipping sideways. These rituals are made for the frayed, the grieving, the angry, the avoidant, and the deeply tired.

 

In other words: they’re made for real folk.

 

 

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Ritual 1: The “Not-Today-Anxiety” Handwash

 

Purpose: Clear mental fog. Reset spiraling thoughts.

 

Set a timer for 2 minutes.

 

Wash your hands with intention. Choose a scent that grounds you—herbal, earthy, spicy.

 

As you wash, speak (or think):

“I release what is not mine. I hold only what I choose.”

 

Breathe deeply. Watch the water spiral down the drain. That’s your overthinking. Let it go.

 

 

Tiny but mighty.

 

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Ritual 2: The Floor Sit (aka: Grounding for When You’re Spiraling)

 

Purpose: Root your body when your mind wants to escape.

 

Sit on the actual floor. Yes, the floor. Your body needs earth contact.

 

Place one hand on your chest, one on the ground.

 

Say:

“I am not my panic. I am not my past. I am not gone. I am here.”

 

Close your eyes. Breathe in for 4, hold for 4, out for 6. Repeat 3 times.

 

 

You’re a tree. Trees don’t run. Neither do you.

 

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Ritual 3: The Soft Objects Altar

 

Purpose: Create safety and calm with what you already have.

 

Choose 3 comforting objects (scarf, stone, photo, book, whatever soothes).

 

Arrange them somewhere you can see—no rules, just resonance.

 

Light a candle or lamp beside them.

 

Each morning, sit in front of it and ask,

“What does my soul need today?”

Write one word down. No pressure. No follow-through needed. Just notice.

 

 

Soft magic. No performance. Just presence.

 

 

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Closing: Bring It Home

 

These rituals aren’t about fixing yourself.

They’re about remembering yourself.

 

You don’t have to feel magical to do Magick.

You don’t have to heal before you begin.

You just have to start. Even if your hands shake. Even if your shadow still has teeth.

 

The Hallowed Nook is here for the beautifully undone.

Come as you are. Leave with roots.

As September is fast approaching I can't help but feel like this year hopped on a train hurtling towards the festivities of Winter, before I have had the time to shake my umbrella from the torrential downpours of April.

It was last week when I saw the first blackberries and noticed that the conkers are easily visable on the Oak trees at the bottom of the garden. I must of been hibernating, like an old bear, grumbling my way through the sticky nights of Summer i seem to have missed. 

As the Sun is now declining in strength and the natural world around us starts to prepare for the long sleep of Winter, i feel the sudden urgency to stock pile my cupboards, organise myself for the darker months...obviously more candles, because who doesnt like to curl up with a book or a good movie by candlelight, drinking hot brews while the wind and rain rages on outside.

Magic during the Autumn Tide lends itself to the harvesting of the literal and metaphorical fruits of our labours, and while I am sure I have been busy during the year, there is a wild flurry of excitment in my bones, spurring me on to get out in the Sun and forage, bottle and hang, spoon stir and cauldron bubble..

So on that note, this ole crone has no time to waste. There is a mess to be made!