Magic is mundane.

In fact, one of the ways I choose to define magic is: "Do anything, but do it on purpose."

Autumnal churnings and turnings naturally compel change. We can feel things dying all around us, signaling an approaching season of contemplation and hibernation, and the hopefulness of renewal on the other side. The veil is thin. The time is ripe to reset and restart the structures and contents of our lives.

During this three hour house-tending ritual that precedes the autumnal equinox, we will bring loving care and attention to our home, bury our dead dreams, and ask: "What am I dying into?"
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