Today was a day of remembrance. I found myself outside on a beautiful sunny-windy day. Gazing up to the sky, feeling the wind against my skin, reminded me of when I was little and had done my first spell. I smiled to myself, recalling the sweet innocence of magick when I was young. I had little knowledge of the craft but I knew in my heart, despite not knowing the correct term for it, magick was all around.
It was fascinating how magical occasions would arise. For example, whenever I would wish for something with all my might, it would occur, and there I was staring wide-eyed amazed that it had happened. This was especially during a time when my parents would explain how magick wasn’t real. But I had refused to believe that. If that was the truth, then how was it that wishes would come to be every time I truly desired them? It was after this questioning that I remembered I longed for answers.
One day, after a particular disagreement with my parents, I had gone outside. I rested on a swing, fuming with sadness and confusion. I remember feeling utterly alone and misunderstood. It was overwhelming and I admittedly began to cry. Not long after tears were falling that I had suddenly found myself feeling not alone. I will never forget this; it was the first time I ever felt a divine presence. Immediately I was soothed by a comforting light within my heart.
Sweetly, I had asked, “Are you there?”
The wind blew. To clarify, this was a hot dry day. There was no breeze when I was outside until this moment.
Once I felt this breeze, my soul had trembled. There was no denying that I knew something, or someone was listening. Again, I asked, “Are you here to help me?”
Another strong wind. With this, I felt a feminine energy, and a feeling of peace consumed me. I rose from the swing bench and stared up into the sky. “What should I do?”
The answer that came then is truly difficult to describe. All I knew was I had to raise my hands to the sky, and call out. I called for the wind. I don’t know what it was, but I just needed a cool breeze. Needed something to soothe the ache. My request was granted by a wonderful gust of wind, and I remember the unbelievable cleanse that consumed me.It had rushed into my lungs. Chills shot through out my body, and for a moment I felt whole.
Thinking back, I now know I had casted a spell for a purification. A wind spell. And the Goddess had shown me how to do it. Ever so grateful for how I felt, I was a believer after that day. Nothing anyone would say, friends, parents, strangers, had ever shaken that belief. After that, I found myself doing a lot of wind spells. That was my element of choice. That is until I found books to help teach me how to cast with other elements. Every time I had done an element spell, I felt closer to the Goddess, and found where I belonged.
I suppose today, as the wind caressed my face, it casted its own memory spell over me. The beautiful sister wind showing me where my path had begun. To this day, I am so grateful. Grateful to the gifts the Goddess has given me.