Magic with the Wind at My Back

Within seconds, the air moved from still to stir.

Out of the corner of my eye, as the garage door rose and fully opened, I felt it—the Wind. The sumac standing guard at the edge of the driveway waved at me one morning. Its leaves jumped: up and down, forwards and backwards, talking to me in a wending form of interpretive dance.

I smiled. Well, hello to you too :)

My witchy intuition connected with wind, and I knew. There was a choice to be made. This is Magic with the Wind at My Back.

When was the last time you felt the wind and instantly felt a shift in mood? Can you remember the emotion that rose up in you as the wind moved around you? Did you pivot? Did you move in response to something you felt with the rustle and stir of air?

This is the magic of wind.

We roam with the wind at our back, watchful, waiting, and at times placing a wishful call for it to stir some magic into our mood:

• a thoughtful moment in the morning with our cup of magic brew made with the most magical of beans

• a swirl of anticipatory thoughts of all the ways autumn will enchant us with its charms and mystique

• a peaceful breeze to blow unsettling thoughts away

• a seeking of inner wisdom and whispers to guide you toward the answers you sense are waiting in the wind

Don't resist the wind. Notice it. Listen to it. Look to it with curiosity and potential for change around you, waiting for the signal to move you forward. Perhaps with this change, discomfort will follow with the bigness of feelings from those changes. But in nature we can also find comfort from being a small part of something bigger than ourselves—of nature and its ever-present cycles and seasons.

Like autumn with its leaves, as the colors change, we wave goodbye to summer's frolic and fun and warming sun. The fall of those leaves to the ground is a salute to nature. And we must trust that from those fallen leaves, something new will nurture to life.

New moments, new moods, new magic.

Last winter, I set myself on a path to write a new book. And I'm as excited and nervous as an expectant parent waits for their child to be born. But with the book comes all the business and adulting that goes into the workings of releasing a book into the world.

I've missed my inner-child who has more time to play and smile with anticipation of the witchy season of autumn. I've missed my mornings spent writing wherever the whim takes me.

I've worked my witchery of spells and grids. I've chosen crystals with intention to open to the magic inside me that fills me with joy and wonder. And it worked enough to recharge me for a time, but not enough to shift me back to my magical center.

As I said hello to the wind that morning when the sumac waived, I did not fully know the direction my choice would take me. I noticed the wind, I watched, and listened, and changed direction because of it. And with that pivot, I found magic with the wind at my back.

Instead of driving to the crystal store for a magical stone I never knew I always wanted, despite the FOMO of crystal shopping, I chose to stay home. In minutes, the wind settled. As if to say, "phew, now I can relax, I thought for a minute you were going to ignore me."

More minutes passed, and with my granddaughter's help, I worked around the house, adulting my way through more workings for the release of my book. Then I passed by the kitchen window, and the wind winked at me. I stepped to the door and when I opened it, I smelled rain.

Charming, cleansing rain so rarely wends its way to my area of the desert, but it did that morning. With a spark in my heart, I yelled to my granddaughter. We both stepped into the rain, we looked up, and we smiled. I placed two small clear quartz crystals on the cobblestones to be infused with rain's cleansing energy and to charge with the magic of the moment.

We sat, my granddaughter and I, listening to the rain, watching the clear quartz move and shift as raindrops landed on the cobblestone.

As I said hello to the wind that morning, I did not yet know the magic waiting for me on the patio with my granddaughter, the rain, and my crystals. But the wind moved and called, and I listened.

I let the air move me toward a mood I had wished for.

And I felt magic with the wind at my back.

So if the wind shows up at your door, smile and say hello, and watch to see what magic might blow your way.