Magic has fascinated me ever since I was a little girl. My favorite show was Bewitched and I would spend hours in front of the mirror trying to twitch my nose, just like she did. The show started a year before I was born, so I don’t ever remember a time without it. As I grew, so did my love for stories about magic. The idea that I could manipulate the world around me to suit my needs was very attractive, as my childhood was less than magical.

Reading everything I could get my hands on, I came across a lot of stories about magic and read every one of them. I loved learning about rituals, spells, and incantations. I’d try them in the way back of my grandmother’s property, so far from the house that no one would see me. I would collect leaves and acorns, twigs and flowers and everything would be infused with magic; especially dandelions gone to seed. I’m still enthralled by them and on some level I have always known the power of a wish.

But Then…

As I grew, the world kind of beat the magic out of me. While I still loved Bewitched, I put magic aside and went about the business of just being. Things were not easy for me. I didn’t feel that I was safe in this world and survival was the main objective. When I was older and not as reliant on others for basic needs, I found magic again.

I can’t remember where or how, but I came across a tarot deck and that was it. The beautiful illustrations, the meanings of the cards, how they fit together to tell a story – this was real magic as far as I was concerned.

I’d always collected rocks and was drawn to all matter of sparkly things. When I started to learn about crystals, that added a whole other layer. Collecting modalities as I went through my life, didn’t seem strange to me. It was just an exploration – which is really how I function in all aspects of living.

Eventually…

I started to realize that magic isn’t something that’s “out there”, out of reach. We all have magic inside of us. Once we start to recognize and play with it, it gets stronger. The Universe is a playful place and the more I realize that, the more magical it gets.

I do realize that I come from a place of privilege, in that I have enough security in my life to not have to worry about a roof over my head, or where my next meal is coming from. I know that not everyone has that luxury, but I do believe that the more we focus on magic and creating abundance through it, the better we can help the world.

Today…

Magic is very accessible to me. It is to you, too. There’s an old saying that everything is a miracle, or nothing is, and that’s how I feel about magic. Play a little. Look up or create your own moon ritual. Treat yourself to an essential oil and take a ritual bath. Buy yourself that pretty crystal and explore what its metaphysical properties are. Invite a little magic into your day. You might be surprised by just how accessible it is.

How about you? How do you incorporate magic into your daily life?