I have always wanted to create a blog, and to be honest, I’ve even taken the steps to do so a few times. I’ve pondered over a blank page, watching the cursor blink with anticipation as I decide what thoughts to commit to the proverbial paper- excited for the potential of creation oozing from the screen. Yet, I never could find a way to translate what weighed on my mind in an articulate enough manner to appease whatever demon of perfectionism lived in me at the moment.
So, why then, have I once again decided to stare at a blank screen? The answer is simple this time. I am no longer who I once was; I am now a gardener of life.
In 2017, I had an epiphany. It was a small one, but powerful nonetheless. I had just turned 30, and realized that my 16-year-old self would be incredibly disappointed with who I’d turned out to be. I was overweight, depressed, isolated, and afraid of everything. I’d grown into a shadow of my former self, so afraid of failure that I never wanted to take the first step. I was constantly stuck in limbo- wanting that which I was too afraid to reach for.
Then one night, when insomnia took me deep into the cavernous depths of my mind, I came to one simple truth: I was the only person capable of changing myself. It had to be me, as no one else, no matter how well-intentioned they may be, had the power to convince my stubborn self to be better.
It has been a year, and I am no longer that same person. I dare say that if my 16-year-old self were to peer into my life now, she might nod with satisfaction. Don’t get me wrong, I am far from perfect and I still have so much left to do- but I am no longer allowing fear to control me. I now seek out my demons, and I brandish them in the light of the moon- accepting that I will never be free of them completely.
That brings me right back, full circle, to what this blog is. Throughout this past year, this analogy has been floating in my subconscious, this idea of The Spiritual Garden. As a follower of the Law of Attraction, I know that my life is what I make of it. Like a garden, we plant seeds with thoughts and intentions, watering these ideas with actions and hard-work, until eventually they come to fruition and we may cultivate them (reaping the benefits of what we’ve so diligently worked for). Since I also believe in the energy of The Universe, and personal magick, I then realized that what I was doing- bringing this belief into all aspects of my life- I was constantly cultivating…well, magick.
I don’t know what this will be, or what will come of it, but I know that I no longer fear failure. I can not cultivate anything if I refuse to plant seeds, and I only wish to see the beauty of the glorious life for as long as my time will allow. Therefor, I will not debate with myself as to the necessity of this blog, or its direction before there’s any purpose in doing so- I will let my intentions soak into the soil, and I will water them with hard work and magick.
I’d love it if you stayed around, got a little dirty in the mud, and helped start your own Spiritual Garden. After all, don’t we all want to Cultivate Magick?
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton