You’re holding a lot… but what’s holding you?

One of my favorite tv series is the Wheel of Time… have you seen it? (Iykyk.) One of the main characters is a really powerful witch named Moiraine. She’s a woman of prophecy, tasked with holding back darkness and changing the fate of the world.

And wow, do I relate.

In many ways, she struggles with her aloneness on her path. Her purpose and powers often feel like a heavy weight to bear instead of like gifts.

As a woman of purpose myself, there have been so many times when I’ve wanted to do what Moiraine secretly longs for: lay it all down. Hide away somewhere quiet and tend a little herb garden. Drink tea. Commune with nature spirits and read Mary Oliver.

But something changed when I began practicing magick. 

My escapist fantasies began to dissolve. 

My backpack got lighter. 

What began with just manifestation spells eventually brought me into a deeper orientation toward a world that is alive, mysterious, intelligent, and responsive.

There’s a way to root into forces ancient and vast, with their own intelligence beyond your rational understanding.

It’s not that I never feel the burden of purpose anymore. But when I do, I know I need to come back home to the web of life beyond my little self, that resources and sustains all things.

There is an ancient knowing in our bones.

But modern life has us asleep… lost in a long age of forgetting born from too much concrete and materialism and screens. Where we still bear the imperative of saving ourselves and the world, but without any spiritual sustenance behind it. A perpetual striving without any geography of meaning.

The gods didn’t abandon us. 

We abandoned them.

In a paradigm where the individual mind is god, the myth of self-sufficiency becomes sacred law.

You’re on your own to figure it out.

Even our new age and healing paradigms carry a heavy demand to “be good” - to fix yourself, optimize your chakras, clear your lymph, hack your productivity, manifest prosperity, and oh by the way save the planet. 

If you’ve ever felt the burden …

of being the one who knows, sees, and feels deeply …
of holding visions for beauty and love and collective liberation while still making dinner and paying bills …

You are not wrong.

There’s a heavy incongruence in trying to do the work of a lineage with no felt sense of the ancestors behind you.

You are holding up an altar with no temple to return to.

You are dancing a sacred dance while straining to hear the music.

You weren’t designed to be a silo of strength sourced only from your own determination and motivation.

You were made to be part of the web.

The mycelial, mythic, mysterious web …

the one that links your breath to the trees, your dreams to the moon, and your longing with the stars.

The one where the gods still whisper.

Where ancestors still walk.

Where the wind still carries messages and your bones still remember songs.

Where you are not a solitary flame, but part of the sacred fire that warms the whole village.

That ache in your heart isn’t a flaw. 

It’s not another thing you need to heal or overcome so you can be strong enough to “just do what you are meant to”... 

It’s an invitation calling you back into communion.

Your spiritual practice isn’t meant to be a pit stop in the desert where you drink just enough water to not die on the next leg of the journey!

It can function to weave you back into the field of life. 

It can be a return to the invisible threads that hold you, that hold all of us, all of this.

What if you are not the sole architect of anything, including your own creativity or destiny? 

What if you could surrender that weight? 

And allow a new truth to emerge. 

One in which you’re in a deep conversation with the soul of the world beyond what your logic mind can make sense of.

There are forces around you, ancient and aching to be remembered:

The earth beneath your feet that longs to rise and hold you.

The trees that miss you when you skip your daily walk.

The wind that wants to carry your prayers.

The thousand fractals of god, the elements, and even the spirit of your great-grandmothers, standing at the edge of your altar, waiting to be remembered.

We were never meant to hold it all or fix it all or do it all …
we were meant to be in relationship with it all.

This is what magick makes possible.

Not being more in control, or manifesting like a vending machine.

But relationship with the Mystery.

A spiritual life that feeds your creativity, your soul, your vision, and your body.

A way of walking where you are not dragging your vision forward alone, but letting it be carried by the current, the cosmos, and the chorus of unseen allies around you.

You don’t need more healing or biohacking to answer your heart's longing.

You need more myth and poetry and ritual.

You need the kind of soul-resonant spaces that help you remember what it means to be held.

You need spaces for shedding, softening, and summoning.

Wild Mystica is my response to this need for re-weaving. 

It’s meant to be a path home for women like you. The woman who knows she has medicine, but feels the weight of all the things, and the ache of doing it alone. [Read more about this 6 month journey here.]

It’s for the woman who is ready to sit in the mystery, speak her prayers into the web, lay her burdens at the feet of the Mother, and figure out how to let herself be held in return.

It’s for the woman who wants to know her creative and spiritual paths are no longer separate.

If you are longing to reclaim the art of being held, and to learn how to listen to life, and how to create and source from a deeper well, your next step is to book a f ree Magick Mirror Session with me… a space to tend together to what’s unfolding in your life and explore if this path is meant for you.

👉 Book your Magic Mirror session here 👈

To your wild unfolding,

Michelle