Moving Through the Bad Witch Woes.

Witchcraft, for me, isn’t always carefully crafted rituals and time spent in front of my altar. Witchcraft allows me to find my power where my power wants to be found, and my power has a way of wanting to be found in many different ways.

Some days it’s found sitting in front of my altar with incense burning, singing softly to spirit.. Some days it’s found walking down the sidewalk and noticing the roots of nearby trees bursting through the cement. Some days...well, some days I feel like my power doesn’t want to be found at all. Witchcraft, for this particular witch, is fluid.

There are times when I walk through life and can’t seem to find anything magickally inspiring. There are times when I wallow in the “bad witch woes” and I eat ice cream and watch mindless television instead of observing a sabbat.

But, for every slump, for every moment of feeling disconnected to myself and my power, there are the days where my skin sparks to life as I step from the pavement and into the forest. Days where with each step I take, I can feel my breath deepening and my mind slowing and I thank the small branches that brush against my flesh, peeling away the layers of anxiety and unworthiness as I make way deeper into the wild. Days where I lift my palms up to the sky as a tendril of wind spirals around my body before continuing on it’s way, taking with it any remaining shreds of any doubt that may have been clinging on.

It is in these moments, as I walk amidst the trees - my footsteps falling on ground made sacred by the dappled sunlight that sneaks through the leaves, that I remember:

I am magick.

I am hallowed.

I am whole.

What do you do when you find yourself in a magickal slump? 
What things breathe life back into the witch fire that is smoldering deep inside of your soul?