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“Come on, Jenks. You can help me finish the herbs while I tell you everything that happened.”
Jenks wound himself between my legs as I reached for the knob and opened the door.
We both froze.
A wall of white mist greeted me, the temperature dropping by at least fifteen degrees. I could barely spy the spindly trees lining the edge of my garden while a dense fog settled over the rest of the land like cotton candy filling a bowl. “Well, shoot. Looks like we won’t be harvesting today after all.”
Jenks and I slunk back inside, both saddened by the time we’d be missing in the garden.
Dropping the basket and shucking my boots, I quickly stoked the fire instead. “How about some breakfast, sweet boy?”
Jenks meowed his approval of my newly formed plan.
I dropped strips of bacon into the cast-iron skillet, the sizzle and aroma instantly brightening my mood. “So are you ready to hear about my latest adventure?”
Meow.
“Okay… so it started out in the English countryside. There were flowers everywhere and the most gorgeous glass greenhouse I’d ever seen—” The bacon snapped, a pop of grease making me jump. “Then the Weaver created a rip in space and took me to his private cabin in the woods…” I continued to regale Jenks with my adventure as I cooked, and by the time breakfast was over, I’d shared everything that had happened.
“I’ll admit I’m a little nervous to start whatever this training is supposed to be.” I ran a hand down Jenks’s fur, readjusting myself on the couch. “But as always, I’ll feel better knowing you’re my anchor here.”
Jenks bumped my palm with his head, then jumped down and padded to my altar. Clearly, he thought we had some magic to do.
With the strike of a match, I lit the end of my smudge stick, its musky scent filling the room.
In the name of the God and Goddess, please remove any negative energy from my body and space so that we may be filled with only love and light. So mote it be.
Jenks meowed, sealing the spell and my ring of protection.
Placing a piece of hematite on my altar, I lit the green candle next to it and whispered my request.
Lord and Lady, please aid me in grounding and centering my spirit. Keep me attached to my familiar so I may always find my way home.
Mama’s voice drifted to my ears. “Always speak your magic aloud, Milly, for there is power in your words.” I smiled at the memory.
Staring into the flame, I watched it dance as if it were a living creature. Letting my body waver and move, I focused on my feet touching the ground. The floor was solid beneath me, and in it, I found a grounding strength.
Lying down on the threadbare rug, I let each part of my body press against the firm wood planks. Closing my eyes, I imagined roots growing from each point, extending down into the earth. With every breath, I felt my connection grow. To my home, the earth, and the universe beyond.
Fear and anxiety drained away, filtered by the power of the earth as I focused on my breathing. Negative energy out, positive energy in. A golden thread connected to my core, pulsing with magic and completing the cycle.
“Being grounded isn’t just about feeling calm but rather strengthening our connection to all things.” Mother’s wise words again floated to mind. “To be grounded is to feel woven into the very fabric of the cosmos, Milly. There you will find peace and grace.”
Letting myself drift, I fell further into the meditative spell—floating between two worlds just like when I was with the Weaver.
Golden sparks burst behind my lids, illuminating a sky in a massive swath of swirling purple and blue.
“I didn’t expect to see you until tonight.” The Weaver’s voice sounded in my ear, but I kept my eyes shut tight. I knew he wasn’t here but was somehow connecting with me through this dreamlike state.
“You will see me tonight, but for now, how about you give a girl a little alone time to meditate in peace?”
A sexy chuckle echoed in my head, followed by, “Enjoy your girl time, Milly. I’ll be waiting.”
A warm sensation filled me from head to toe, and while I could blame it on my grounding spell, I knew it was because of him.
Mr. Jenkins purred, pulling me back to reality, and when I opened my eyes, I found his little whiskers twitching inches from my face.
“What?”
