Alright let’s get into this green witch thing. Honestly? Started simple. Like real simple. Felt drawn outside after getting kinda burnt out staring at screens all day. Felt disconnected, y’know?
The Awkward Beginning
Saw folks online talking about “green witchcraft” and “nature magic”. Sounded fluffy at first, not gonna lie. Magic? Like wands and potions? Nah. Figured it was more about paying attention. Started small.
First thing I did? Stopped. Like, actually stopped rushing. Just sat my butt down in the tiny patch of grass behind my apartment building one Friday evening. Seriously. Closed my eyes for maybe 5 minutes. Focused on the dumb traffic noise fading a bit and trying to hear the wind in the one sad tree nearby. Felt weird. But kinda… calming. That was step one.
Getting My Hands Dirty (Literally)
Thought maybe I should actually touch stuff. Went to the discount store. Got myself a cheap little basil plant and one of those sad-looking mint plants on clearance. Just plonked ’em on my windowsill.
My “practice”? Talking to them. Yeah, I said it. While watering them kinda inconsistently. Stuff like “Okay little buddy, let’s see some leaves huh?” or “Geez mint, you look rough, hang in there.” Felt stupid. But the basil actually perked up after a week? Coincidence? Maybe. But it felt like paying attention mattered.
Collecting Weird Stuff (But Tastefully)
Started noticing little things outside. Not grand landscapes. Tiny things:
- A really cool shaped rock on the sidewalk.
- A feather stuck near the dumpster (washed it, obvs!).
- Some dried pinecones under that same sad tree.
Threw them in a little wooden bowl on my table. Didn’t know what they were “for.” Just liked them. Liked remembering where I found them. That felt like the start of a “relationship” with this place. Weird, huh.
Trying A Simple “Spell” (Or Just Intention?)
Heard about moon water. Sounded easy enough. Washed an old glass jar real good one night. Filled it with tap water (filtered, because city water is nasty). Placed it on the fire escape under the full moon. Said something like, “Alright moon, do your thing. Give this water some calm vibes, I need it.” Left it out overnight. Brought it in at dawn.
Next day? Used some to water the basil. Used a little to splash on my face when I felt stressed. Placebo? Maybe. But splashing my face with “moon water” made me pause and take a breath. That was the magic, I guess. The pause.
Where It’s At Now (Still Simple!)
It’s not about fancy rituals. Honestly don’t feel like calling myself a “Green Witch.” Feels a bit much. But my practice?
- Notice things: Seriously. What birds are yelling outside? How does that tree look today?
- Touch plants: Stroke the mint leaves when passing. Just feeling the texture.
- Use my weird collection: Hold that smooth rock sometimes when I’m anxious. Grounds me.
- Make “moon water” sometimes: Still mostly for the ritual of stopping.
- Thank stuff: Sounds cheesy, but saying “Thanks” quietly to the plants when they grow, or the sun when it’s warm… builds something inside.
Is it magic? Feels more like paying deep attention and building a quiet friendship with the messy nature right outside my door. The “practice” is just showing up, noticing, and letting it calm me down. Simple as that. Pretty powerful when you do it consistently, actually.
