A spell for survivors

Sunday morning.  Awake, alone.  Chores done.  Quiet reigns.  A glass jar, clean and ready.  A small black candle lit - black to remind you of the witches' cloak.  Incense streaming in from the windowsill. Chamomile for calm because these are dark and troubling times.  Hyssop to invoke the divine, whatever you imagine them to be.  [...]