First, find your people.

Build a connection that can last, even thrive! through being

cut or uprooted

picked apart

dried out

scalded

and steeped. 

This, will take some time.

Build a connection.

Whether grown in a garden,

or a pot in your window

whether you sit with them in the forest

or find them in forgotten places in your city…

However you meet them,

take the time to get to know them.

Their gifts, their unique magic

Take the time to delight in who they are,

to love them,

before you kill them and take them inside you.

AND! Before you kill them,

ask first.

Consider – what will you offer in return?

It is important for both of you to understand

what the relationship 

is in service of

before you ask them 

to die for you.

Second, prepare the sacrifice.

To make a good magic potion

you need to understand

how to honor their gift.

What part of their bodies are used

and how?

I have uprooted cut down plucked stripped roasted dried pounded

and grinded

some of my very best friends. 

Put their body parts in jars

with labels.

Tucked them away in my pantry.

On the best days

they have loved every second.

Such love

cannot be overstated.

Third, mix the potion.

Know the particular gifts of the beings whose bodies you have gathered.

Listen to your wise and powerful animal body.

Seek out the quiet whispers of your wild soul.

What is it you are longing for?

What medicines and magics prepare you to be

of greatest service

to all life’s thriving

today?

Pull out your jars of your dead friends,

harken to their still present blessings and spirits

and place their body parts in a vessel.

Ideally a sacred vessel, 

something that has found you along the way

that is oddly or beautifully shaped and decorated

that carries a potent magic of its own.

A capacity for combining, for steeping, for potent brews.

Heat the sacred water.

Pour that goddexx over your friends.

Whisper or say or think or feel a blessing,

then wait.

Give their delicious orgy

time.

Eventually, it will be time to drink your potion.

There are many ways to do this.

But to sit quietly

with the feeling of soft, wind chapped lips

brushing against the rough, glazed rim

of the cup…

The liquid passing over and through hungry lips,

aching for the delicious

nectar.

This is a miracle.

That so many people could come together

in a single cup.

Sharing their essence,

mingling their

bodies,

creating something

so divine.

Oh, To drink tea

in the early morning,

in the rich darkness.

To breathe, deeply, in the steam

as if it was our last and only breath.

This must be heaven.

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