Did you know anything can be a wand? šŖ Itās true. You donāt need something fancy. It doesnāt have to be some kind of special conductive metal or have any kind of stones or be anointed with anything. It doesnāt need to be some kind of wood from some sacred tree or nada. We are sacred! Our bodies, our being, we are as sacred as the trees my Love. What is a wand after all? Something to point and focus or direct energy and intention. Well, we exist because of energy. We are energy. All we need do is point a finger. But hereās another thought. How about a pencil? āļø There is power in journaling. In taking what is unseen in our hearts and minds and making it a physical thing on paper. Something that you can see and touch. And once those things are on paper in a physical form, we can do things with them. I am not afraid to admit that I have made mistakes. That sometimes I get sad or angry and make bad choices. I am also not afraid to admit that I am a good person. I am a good Mom a good friend and neighbor and sister and daughter too! And I make a lot of good choices. I say this because I have little witches now, who are always watching and learning from what I do even when I donāt know it. They need to know that we all make mistakes. No one is perfect. We will all feel things that we donāt understand sometimes. We will all make choices that arenāt the best ones. That doesnāt mean we are bad people, it just means that we are people. I know, and teach, that this is how we learn. If we accept the lessons and the consequences that come from our mistakes. But know that repeating them is not acceptable, we can be different and better any time we want. This is what sovereignty and autonomy is all about right? Having the right and the freedom to teach ourselves through living, and to choose what we do with what we learn. So when I know I have done or thought or felt something bad, I can write it down on a piece of paper and read it. Sometimes even, when I start feeling bad about myself because things from the past, I can write that down and read it. I can also write down the good things about myself. And then I think to myself, there it is. There is the āthingā and I think of all the different things I could do with it. I could leave it in my journal and read it every time I open it, over and over. I could tear the page out and keep it in my pocket, take it everywhere with me. Or I could get rid of it, flush it in the toilet or throw it in a river.