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I started The Church of St. Felicia almost a decade and some change ago after I set off on my spiritual quest, but not necessarily as a place to explore the spiritual, despite the branding. In fact, it was a tongue-in-cheek joke about arguing about anti-racism politics with my (white) boyfriend who was being a tool at the time. Watching the landscape of magic evolve into the dominant culture as beautiful altars and gorgeous crystal displays, I’ve learned that doing magic doesn’t have to be complicated, even if its relationship to the politics and culture of the day can be.
While Pan-Germanic Heathenism has given me strength and courage to hold to my convictions, it’s the spiritual wisdom of the diaspora that has shown me how to live and be free. Through this magic and spiritual reflection, I now know there is space for my joy, enrichment, and community as a Black woman. Where there have been hostile and harmful spaces towards my spiritual and physical well-being – in white New Age and Pagan communities, in the complicated and diverse enclaves of the Black monotheist movements I have discovered a tapestry of power, support, and affirmation of not only my innate divinity but my humanity too.
Whether I’m traveling for work or home doing my usual business, my favorite magical act is also the least obvious: the giving and preparing of gifts. I leave offerings of flowers or food at important landmarks or geographic features to ask for continued blessing, protection, and good favor from the local community of spirits. I collect beautiful things and pour my love into letters, meals, and sweets for my Ancestors, guardians, gods, Lwas, and Orisha. I take time to sit in wonder and appreciation for the creativity and beauty of the world beyond the grasp of human hands and to remember that magic is alive. It’s these simple gestures that remind me that magic is all around me and that my Ancestors knew that, too. Giving back to the land is how we give to ourselves, as a witch and a priestess, I strive never to forget that.