Love isn’t a decision. It’s a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical ~ Trey Parker and Matt Stone
Today it’s all about this crazy little thing called love that had Queen rocking and Barry Manilow wondering could it be magic. Love certainly is a magical feeling. Who hasn’t been all loved up at least once in their life? No? Not even a little bit?
Well, if someone has put a spell on you, and you ARE with your ‘one and only’ today, that’s great… go celebrate! But if you woke up with red eyes instead of red roses and you are wallowing in self-pitying questions like, ‘Is anyone ever going to love me like, ever again?’ you could always have a go at a little ‘love’ spell.
All you need is a jar and some honey (or something sweet) and a piece of paper. Write the name of the person you desire on the paper and fold the paper towards you (to bring this love TO you). Next, place it in the jar along with some herbs that have magical associations with love, essential oils, rose petals etc. You can label your jar with pictures of hearts and flowers—there is no end to the creativity here—and it is sure to end the blubbering for a half an hour or so at least!
I am not big on this kind of manipulation magic myself. I think it’s always best to focus on the type of love you want and on your own needs and desires without focusing on one individual. Why? Well, firstly it is not interfering with the free will of another, and secondly you may not want to forge this kind of magical bond between you and a person who may not turn out to be everything you desire in the first place! This happened to me and I didn’t even have a jar! In fact, I could’ve been doing with a spell to get rid!
Anyway…who has time for all this ‘abracadabra’ and ‘love’ stuff? Quite often it doesn’t work out the way you want it to and before you know it your heart is broken—again—with nothing but second hand love to offer third or fourth time round!
Still, we are all human and full of goopy thoughts when Cupid’s arrow strikes like a semi-automatic machine gun causing us to fall painfully hard. But the thing is—for best results apparently—you have to start off on a clean slate.
So go ahead, fill up the bath tub and ball your eyes out. Feel the fear and the pain in your heart, and scream at the top of our voice “No More!” Allow yourself to trust and know that you are as worthy of love as every other being on this planet. Close your eyes. Thank your past loves for all you learned from them (allow the voodoo images, complete with pins, to float in and out of your mind without wasting any more energy on them) Thank them for releasing you to freedom (and for decluttering your space) and release them into the wilds of oblivion (you’ll have to also get rid of his old t-shirt, her perfume…etc. etc.) and say ‘goodbye.’
Then head to the fridge—hope you have stocked up on some Ben and Jerry’s and not trying to be the biggest loser in Donegal! Love yourself better by focusing on your own needs/wants/desires. Write THEM down on a piece paper instead of a name and make a plan to create your own magical happy St. Valentine’s Day!