The Spirit of Flight. The Spirit of Flight, the force responsible for the powers of movement of the wind and air, has gathered  around her all the flying things she loves. Birds, insects, flying fish, swirling leaves, seeds of  dandelions and sycamore trees, butterflies and fairies all dance around her in a grand array of wild  free motion.:

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.
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