![]() I don’t believe it offered me protection through the winter months, as the book claims I just like the feel of it. Turns out I was witchy all along, as some colleagues would probably attest: in my coat pocket I still have a perfect, hard conker that I found in October. Another edict is to appreciate the seasons, including picking up an acorn or pine cone in autumn and keeping it through winter. ![]() A frail yellow autumn leaf clinging by a thread a rubbery weed poking through a desert of gravel you get the picture. Tricky but not impossible if you’re schlepping to work on the tube easy where I live and instantly soothing. Ten quid! I am propelled out of the shop by unseen forces.įinally, some advice I can wholeheartedly embrace: five tips for making simple connections with nature, from touching leaves to noticing sights and sounds. ![]() I found myself uncannily drawn to something, after all. Will it be the pastel-pink rose quartz, with qualities of “love, peace and tenderness” apparently laced into its silicon and oxygen atoms or the “playful” inky-black bornite? I close my eyes, then open them. I position myself in front of a stand of crystal bracelets. The book informs me that I should allow myself to be drawn to the crystal that has meaning for me. Crystal-shopping time: no self-respecting witch in this new age of Aquarius would be without these ubiquitous lumps of pretty rock.
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