I have a confession to make. I’ve never really enjoyed a true farmers market.
“Why?” you might ask.

Because they used to overwhelm me. I felt like an oddball, unsure how to approach a booth. I’d worry about hurting the seller’s feelings if I didn’t buy something.
Hahaha, I know.

But it had been way too many years since I gave it a real try, so I decided to venture out to a big, popular one here in the city. And you know what? I loved it.

There were the smells: freshly brewed coffee, sun-ripened tomatoes, spicy chiles, and little whiffs of kettle corn floating on the breeze.

As Patrick and I wandered the market, it honestly felt like the universe said, “Here. Take a breath. Enjoy this.”
So I did.

First stop: tomatoes. Rows of them, blushing in the morning light. Deep red, full of flavor. And then, there it was. This golden tomato with a stem curl that gave it serious attitude. It was like, “Yes, I know I’m the only one like me. You’re welcome.”
I respected that energy.

Next up, the flowers. It felt like we’d stumbled into a Fae market. Sunflowers, peonies, deep purple irises that brought such an “otherworldly” vibe, it was impossible to ignore.

Then came the dried chiles. Basket after basket of them, like tiny fire wands waiting to be stirred into something that clears your sinuses and wakes up your soul. 

There was this buzz in the air. People chatting, laughing, tasting honey, squeezing produce, just... living. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t curated for Instagram. But it was real.

And that’s where the magick is. Not in the perfect photo, but in the moment your heart does a soft somersault because someone hands you a flower or smiles like they mean it.

Somewhere between the flower stall and the homemade mosquito repellent lady, I realized this is the kind of life I used to wish for.
And now, I’m living it.

It’s full of color. Full of flavor. Full of those tiny moments that quietly stack into something sacred.

So here’s your reminder. Magick doesn’t always show up with candles or chanting.
Sometimes it looks like tomatoes and sunflowers.
Sometimes it’s just letting the day unfold without rushing it.

And if you’re ever feeling off or disconnected, go to a market.

Let beauty catch you off guard.
Let yourself be that one golden tomato in a sea of red.
The world will notice.

The magick will find you when you look for it,

Shakti
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If we were sitting across from each other right now, favorite drinks in hand, I’d speak to you as the witch I am. No performance. No polish. Just real magick and truth.

I'd tell you that sometimes, the most powerful spell I cast is while I am ready to drift to sleep and whispering gratitude in the dark, I remind myself I’m still here. Still worthy. Still walking. Still fulfilling the calling of my soul.

And then I'd smile and say, "Also, I put a little spit on my candle wick."

Yes, really.

Because sealing a candle with my essence is a moment of connection. Of blessing and claiming. It’s saying, “This is mine. This intention is real. And my DNA holds so much more than just me.”

There’s so much out there about what being a witch “should” look like.

Perfect altars. Always burning incense. Always grounded. Always radiant.
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But sometimes, I light a cinnamon stick instead of an incense stick not because I need to cleanse anything, but because maybe I need a little extra luck. . .  A touch of otherworldly intention. A whisper of mystical blessing to dance in the corners of my day.

That’s the kind of witch I am. . . Not always polished. But always present. And always intentional.
Things my inner witch would tell you over coffee:

• Your voice is magick. Use it often. 
• Add a pinch of salt to your bath and your shampoo. (It clears more than you think.)
• Don’t wait for a new moon to begin again. You are allowed to reset any time.
• The spell doesn’t need to be elaborate. But it does need to come from your heart.
• If it feels disconnected, it probably is. Trust that.
• Find quiet on purpose. The answers get louder there.
• Protect your joy like it’s sacred. Because it is.
• Call in your people. Even if it feels awkward at first. We need each other.

And that’s the real reason I created The Alchemy Circle.
Because in a world designed to keep us scrolling, comparing, and second-guessing ourselves, we need spaces of intentional connection. Places to come back to our knowing. Back to each other.
You don’t have to do this alone. You never did.

Come sit with us.
Come be witnessed.
Come remember what you already are.
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🌀 Link can be found here: The Alchemy Circle

May your Magick Always Be Blessed- 
Shakti