Tonight, I made a salad of tiny greens and golden oils beneath the stars. It was simple but laced with intention: basil for clarity, olive oil for protection, and lemon zest for joy. Before mixing, I whispered a rune of Kenaz (illumination) into the bowl and lit two candles to remind myself that I can be soft and powerful.
Try it. Make something small but sacred. Stir in silence. Taste with your eyes closed. You’ll feel it — the moon humming in your ribs.
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Thank you for being here. I can’t wait to cook, cast, and craft alongside you. Whisper if you ever need a tea for heartbreak or a moonlight soup to soothe the soul. I’ll be here — with herbs in my hair and stars in my hands. With lunar love,
Lira
