Kitchen Magic A Living Art of Intention, Nourishment, and Spellwork Kitchen magic lives in the rhythm of my daily life. It’s not just something I practice—it’s something I become when I step into the kitchen. My body remembers. My hands know. I don’t need elaborate tools or rare ingredients. I move with what I have. A wooden spoon becomes a wand. A simmering pot becomes an altar. My kitchen is sacred space. Some days I hum the songs I grew up with—the ones that speak to my soul even now. Songs I’ve carried through joy and grief, through silence and celebration. Some days I chop herbs while whispering prayers between my breath. Cooking, for me, is a portal—a way to speak to Spirit, to ancestors,…