Love Potion: A Recipe For Opening Yourself & Letting Love In


Gather vials of stoppered glass
Line them up in a careful row
Pull back the heavy curtains
To catch the moon’s soft glow

Fill three with water and three with oil
Fill another with soil or sand
Leave one empty to stand alone
Label each with a steady hand

The first three bottles are to drink
The next three are for taking care
The other one is for grounding you
The last one has space to spare

Then leave them to absorb the moon
And then a day in sunlight, too
Then as the sun sets on the day
There’s more work we must do

To the first six bottles, we place a drop
Of lemon, mint, or herb
Into the soil, we place a key
But the last one’s not disturbed

And into the first six, we place our hopes,
Our wishes, and our dreams
In the seventh, we focus our work
And the last is not what it seems

The first three nights, we sip from one
Of each of the first three stoppered vials
While focusing on what we want
Then we meditate a while

The next three nights, we turn to oil
Massaging hope into our skin
We focus on the life we need
We open ourselves and let it in

The seventh night, we take the vial
And remove the hidden key
For four more nights, we keep it close
To let the grounding be

Then on the 12th night and the last
The empty vial stands alone
Beside it now, we place the key
To our hearts and homes

We focus on it, see it clear
Our whole lives until this time
There is no incantation here
No studied words or rhyme

There is only abundant love
Flowing in a steady motion
We draw to us all the love
That we’ve put into this potion

And no Prince Charming will ride his steed
To champion our case
We’ve not wished for the strength of ten
Or for a pretty face

And we’ve not drawn to us a person
Who would not be beguiled
We’ve not tampered with what is
Or the purest love defiled

Instead we’ve focused on our hearts
We’ve cleared out our minds
We’ve meditated on the love
Our hearts still hope to find

And there’s no danger to this spell
No more power in this rite
Than what we create from our self-love
And what we bring in light

Put the vials of stoppered glass
Upon the shelf and go
There is so much love in this world
Than you or I can know.

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends 52 Ways to Live a Kick-Ass Life: BS-Free Wisdom to Ignite Your Inner Badass and Live the Life You Deserve.

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"When people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them. You are the only custodian of your own integrity, and the assumptions made by those that misunderstand who you are and what you stand for reveal a great deal about them and absolutely nothing about you." — Maria Popova of #brainpickingsdotorg #youarethemagic


Crystal Jackson

Crystal Jackson is a former family therapist who's evolved into a spinner of stories and dreamer of dreams. She writes across genres encompassing blog posts, poetry, short stories, children's books, and literary fiction. When she's not chasing around two wild and wonderful children, she's busy creating alchemy from words and feelings, constantly seeking ways to transform struggle into ecstatic beauty. When she's not writing or chasing children, you can find her practicing yoga, meditating, running, reading, advocating for feminism and social justice, plotting and planning adventures, or sitting in a blanket fort with her nose in a book. You can connect with Crystal on Facebook, Instagram or Patreon.

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