So What Even Is Witchcraft Art?
Honestly, my journey started cause life felt like a dumpster fire. Work stress kept me awake, my head buzzing like a beehive all damn day. Saw this post about "witchcraft art" somewhere, probably fell down some internet hole again. Figured, couldn't hurt, right? Way I understood it, it wasn't about casting spells on my boss (tempting, though!), more about using simple creative stuff to chill out, focus better.
My First Awkward Stumble: The Candle & Scribbles
Totally botched it first try. Grabbed a random tealight candle leftover from a birthday cake, some cheap sketchbook paper, and just... stared. Felt dumb. But I remembered reading it was about intention. So instead of some grand ritual, I took a deep breath and thought, "Okay brain, shut up for five minutes." Lit the candle, watched the tiny flame dance. Then, grabbed a pen – didn't even have colored pencils – and just started doodling circles and squiggly lines on the paper. No plan, just moving my hand.
- What happened? At first, just silence except for my own breathing. Then, weirdly, the frantic thoughts started fading a little. Focusing on that single flame and the scratch of the pen did something.
- Realization: This wasn't about making art for a gallery. It was about forcing my brain to chill for a few minutes. Simple movement + watching something quiet. Felt kinda like hitting a reset button. That was Benefit #1 right there: A mental timeout button.
Leveling Up: The "Ritual" Coffee
Okay, felt a bit less dumb after the candle thing. Next morning, staring at the coffee machine like always, I thought, why not? Decided to turn making my morning cup into a mini-art-ritual. Sounds fancy, but it wasn't.
- The "Ceremony": Ground the beans slower than usual, listened to the crunch. Focused on pouring the hot water carefully over the grounds, watching it bloom and drip. Actually smelled the coffee deep before gulping it.
- What changed? Instead of slamming coffee while scrolling emails, those three minutes felt like I was actually present. I wasn't making a potion, I was just forcing myself to pay attention to one simple, everyday thing. Really tasting that first sip? Felt good, man. Realized Benefit #2: Making the mundane stuff feel meaningful, which kinda anchors you.
The Big One: Scribbling Problems Away
Then came the work week from hell. Big project deadline, five bosses wanting different things, usual chaos. Felt paralyzed at my desk. Remembered the sketchbook. This time, instead of random doodles, I grabbed a red marker and just smeared it onto a page – hard, jagged lines. Felt angry energy leaving my arm.
- Switching Gears: Took another breath, switched to a blue pen. Started just writing down the problems messing me up on another page. Not neatly, just dumping the brain sludge. Seeing it all there looked overwhelming.
- The "Aha": Then, without really thinking, I grabbed a yellow highlighter and circled one thing on the list I could maybe do something about right then. Just one. Putting color on it, physically circling it… suddenly that mountain of problems felt a tiny bit smaller. That highlighted bit felt doable. Benefit #3 punched me in the face: Using simple creative acts to untangle messes in your head. It didn’t solve the project, but it cracked the frozen panic.
Now It's Just... Weirdly Part of My Day
Been keeping this up for weeks now. No pressure, no fancy crystals (unless a shiny rock from the garden counts). Sometimes it’s still just five minutes with the candle and sketchbook when the noise gets loud. Sometimes it’s stirring my tea slowly, watching the leaves swirl. Sometimes it’s taking a stupid problem and scribbling it out violently before trying to find the first step.
Bottom line? This "witchcraft art" stuff, at least how I do it, ain’t about magic powers. It’s dirt simple: using tiny creative actions to grab my own attention, wrestle down the chaos brain, and sometimes, find a tiny crack of clarity or calm in the everyday mess. Real stubborn at first, gotta admit. But cheap, easy, and honestly? Feels like tuning my own damn radio station sometimes. Worth a shot.
