Poured Back In: Restoring the Lineage of Magic

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In January, I chose Refine as my word of the year.

It felt right. Like a slow exhale.

A careful sorting of what still fits, what no longer does.

I pared things down.

Tidied my rituals.

Honed my voice.

Said a few important no’s.

It was the season for it.

But now… we’re halfway through the year, and something else is rising.

Not something new, exactly.

Something old.

Something ancient and dusty and soft around the edges.

Something with calloused hands and a garden-stained apron.

Something that knows how to stir, mend, knead, grow.

It’s a word that doesn’t ask for polish. It asks for presence.

Reclaim.

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Reclaiming Your Magic: A Midyear Turning Point

If the first half of the year was about refining, the second is about reclaiming your magic.

That magic may not look like potions and moonlight. (Though it might.)

It may look like kneading bread, lighting a candle before dinner, or speaking up when you’ve been quiet for too long.

It’s the kind of personal power that your great-grandmothers understood—not as a performance, but as a way of being.

Everyday actions woven with intention.

The lineage of magic runs through all of us. It just got a little… diluted.

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What Our Ancestors Knew About Everyday Magic

Our ancestors knew how to tend the world.

They healed with herbs, read the sky, honored the seasons.

They saved seeds, cooked from scratch, offered comfort, and trusted their instincts.

These weren’t special occasions.

They were simply life—rooted in rhythm, care, and trust.

That wisdom was passed down—at first directly, then in thinner threads.

Like a tincture, it was cut in half.

Then halved again.

Until all that was left was the faint suggestion of something once powerful.

But here’s the thing about a tincture: even in the smallest dose, the essence remains.

And so does yours.

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Personal Power Isn’t Lost—It’s Just Waiting

I don’t believe we’ve lost our magic.

I believe we’ve been taught to forget it.

To dismiss it.

To downplay it.

But it’s still there. In your rituals, your rhythms, your remembering.

When you stir soup with intention…

When you reach for an herb instead of a shortcut…

When you claim a moment of silence instead of pushing through…

You’re reclaiming your magic—drop by drop.

Each act adds potency to the brew.

Each “yes” to your inner knowing pours a little more back in.

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A Midyear Reflection: What Will You Pour Back In?

This season, I’m asking myself:

What am I ready to remember?

What do I want to restore?

You can start small.

Reclaim a ritual. Reclaim a way of knowing. Reclaim five minutes of peace.

Not as a trend, but as a birthright.

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A Whisper from the Wild

We’ve refined.

Now we reclaim.

Not all at once—but season by season, choice by choice.

From the summer solstice to the winter one, we’ll keep pouring it back in.

Until what felt diluted starts to feel strong again.

Until the remembering becomes a practice.

Until the magic feels like home.

This will be our beginning.

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