I have spent the last 25 years learning to cook…. but tonight spinning around the kitchen contentedly and almost absentmindedly throwing things into the pot to leave overnight to make a stock, I realised I felt as close to *intentional* witchcraft as I ever feel. I am in my element. I don’t really consider myself a kitchen witch although I get called it enough (affectionately!) but I know the ins and outs of what ingredients go together and how and why to create an intended outcome. I don’t need to think about what I’m doing. There’s no reading a recipe for something like this and I only go through a mental checklist because I have a tendency towards absentmindedness! All the learning and experimenting (all the failures and the try agains) come together to this point, this recipe, this intention, this pot of healing, this spell, this magic. And it will all come together again next time I need it.
And now I know that I need to learn more, and I don’t just mean about cooking. I’ve been learning a lot more about herbs the past few years (part of this year’s garden plan is to populate the herb garden a little better), and a lot more about the various gods and goddesses that I feel drawn to. And I’ve had to reassure my husband that I’m not about to summon any demons. (At least not intentionally.)
Eh. Don’t mind me. Just musing and rambling. Feeling suspiciously content tonight though. I blame it on the chicken stock.
[ID: shiny black oval slowcooker pot, looked at from above, with various vegetables (carrot tops, a quartered onion, crushed garlic, celery sticks, leek trimmings) and leftover chicken bones visible in water]