Burning sage filling up my lungs to keep any negative vibrations far from me. The curl of the leaves, the bite of the smoke, the touch of all of my ghosts settling into one-ness within my heart beat.
A flickering flame to lead me away from stray thoughts of all that has been. Spread out the cards, deep breath, let them speak on any truths and all my sins.
A Moon almost full fills the space in between what was and what will be. Bathe in Her healing luminosity. Call it witchcraft, call it lies, let it be.
Burn the sage, read the cards, lift the veil.
Deep breath in… expel it all; deep exhale.