Small Spells
A non conclusive list of small spells.
Making homemade pasta with your whole family which includes, your Grandmothers hand-written recipe, her original pasta making machine, your daughter sitting on your mother’s lap, and your father at the helm.
Walking through the woods on a bitterly, cold Winter day.
Waking up before the rest of your household does, sitting down at your desk as you watch the sun slowly, slowly begin to rise over the barren trees swaying outside your window, lighting up a stick of intentional incense, and creating ceremony around your writing hour.
Cutting your daughter’s breakfast with love and attention and then watching her grab them with her little fingers and shoving them into her mouth.
Scream singing a song filled the nostalgia that transports you back in time to the feelings and places your once listened to it.
Not wasting any words, long or short, meaningful or mundane.
Putting on your hoop earrings when your room is a mess, your child is pulling all your shoes out of the closet, and you have yogurt crust on your pants from days ago.
The stuffed animals you grew up with that are now your daughters.
Laying down blankets and pillows in your best friend's living room to have a sleepover with your decade-long adult friends.
The way your favorite pen glides across your worn-in notebook to write words that make no sense at all.
How your daughters says “Hi mama” with a sense of recognition, relief, and admiration.
