Colors
Colors act like quiet messengers in spellwork, carrying feeling and meaning before you ever speak a word – black for protection and boundaries, white for clarity and beginnings, grey for the honest, liminal places in between. I use them in candles, threads, ink, paint, even the clothes on my back, not as rigid rules but as conversations. They matter because they teach us to notice where we’re standing: shadow, light, or the soft, complicated middle.
Green
When the first green shoots push up through the thawing soil each spring, it feels like the earth is taking a slow deep breath. Green is the color of living earth, fresh growth, and steady renewal. It embodies the quiet power of nature’s abundance and the gentle promise of balance and healing. Green has always reminded me that life insists on returning, even when it bides its time.
White
White has always reminded me of the fresh snow that blankets the yard before the kids tramp through it, a clean quiet before the world stirs. It is the blank page where intention has not yet taken shape. White is the color of purity, sacred beginnings, and spiritual clarity, holding the stillness of untouched snow and the light of divine presence. It carries the essence of protection, truth, and the cleansing power of renewal.