lonesome-bones:

Witches do not always stand with their feet inside of a salt circle.

They do not perpetually speak in chants, nor do they weigh their pockets witch pillar candles and incense sticks.

You can find them in coffee shops, whispering to their cup as they stir it purposefully in a counterclockwise direction (banishing whatever flack they got earlier).

You can find a witch in the dressing room of a thrift shop, touching the mirror and enchanting it to show the onlooker how beautiful they are, no matter what they wear.

You can find them in animal shelters, cuddling with the black dog or cat, debating whether or not they can take them home.

You can find a witch in demolished cities, drawing sigils in the dust. You can find them planting gardens for food when a hurricane or tornado stole every seed ever planted in the area.

You can find them fiddling with a phone, cleaning off the screen to scry with. They blow away the grime, the energy, and the distractions.

You can find a witch hesitating as they hand a document to the mailcarrier- “wait, I forgot something, they say, kissing their letter before sending it.

You can find them in libraries, sifting through the pages of a book called “Wuthering Heights”. They flip to a seemingly meaningless page… But you’re wrong. They’re not finding out what happens later. They are divining their future (stichomancy is a wonderful tool).

You can find a witch anywhere, doing anything. And what they do with intent, energy, and power is magic.

You can find a witch outside of a salt circle.

You can find one right here.