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[mrtbear85]

It's a good day to stay in, sit down and read. #tarot #tarotcards #tarotreading #tarotbook #tarotbible #sarahbartlett

[missmusiclove]

“When we are at one with nature, we are at one with our sacred selves; when we are at one with our sacred selves, we are at one with the Earth and its magic.” 🌏✨🌏 The Little Book of Earth Magic by Sarah Bartlett is absolutely stunning to look at, and it was a great read to pick up and put down when I felt like it! I very much enjoyed the that Bartlett offered so much information about the Earth and the different ways to connect with its magic, and offered little rituals/charms for the reader to get started. Set out in a clear and easy to understand way, the author takes us through various folklores around earth magic and gives us lots of information about both fauna and flora, as well as each nature-scape and how they all can be used to enhance natural magic. This book was beautifully written, and it was clear that this was a labour of love by the author, but at times it felt like they were saying the rituals had to be practiced daily, and honestly, it kind of bugged me a little. Perfect for someone who is interested in getting a bit of an overview and wants somewhere to start with Green magic, The Little Book of Earth Magic is well worth a look into! 🌏✨🌏 The Little Book of Earth Magic is book 86 for 2021. #bookstragram #books #booksofinstagram #booklover #bookphoto #reading #aussieswhoread #avidreader #bookwhore #aussiereader #bookdragon #reader #readersofig #booksofig #bookcommunity #bookish #bibliophile #readersofinstagram #bookstagrammer #booklife #bookaddict #girlswhoread #readinggoals2021 #auskiwibooksta #bookquote #thelittlebookofearthmagic #sarahbartlett #beautifulcovers #booksaboutmagic #earthmagic https://www.instagram.com/p/CXgSmGUPPwd/?utm_medium=tumblr

[famousweaselcreatorwobbler]

The Witch’s Spellbook ✨ By: Sarah Bartlett #thewitch’sspellbook #sarahbartlett

[thevulgar]

IF ONLY I COULD FIND YOU, I'D FIND YOU | Sarah Bartlett

I thought about bullfighting in the shower and drank whiskey and felt how far away from myself I really am. Like power lines in the middle of nowhere– long, flat landscape that’s there for driving through, and for coyotes, and I stand in those burned fields keeping the crows away. I can stand so still. I can wait. Somewhere else bullfighters are making love to beautiful women; they are sharp and fast and in a hurry. Their symphonic thighs twitch, ready to make a great escape. The bull is quiet in its pen, breathing into hay. Can you call something filled with insane fight unsuspecting? The fucking barbarity makes me crazy. I have a million apologies I want to hand out for other people. I have fewer apologies to hand out for myself. But they are big ones and they sit there breathing on the other side of every fence. I stay in the shower. I steam up the windows and make baby feet patterns on the glass with the outside of my hand. I add toes as an afterthought. The horns and crowds, the screaming, the hands and mouths– everyday has the possibility of forgiveness.