Acorn Magick: Notes from My Book of Shadows
This morning, I walked beneath the oak trees, and the ground was littered with acorns—small, shining treasures scattered like blessings. I bent down to pick one up, and as soon as I held it in my palm, I felt the hum of quiet power. It always amazes me that something so tiny can hold the strength and wisdom of an entire oak within it.
To me, acorns are little reminders from the Earth: you are capable of becoming more than you imagine. They are seeds of resilience, guardians of protection, and messengers of prosperity. Whenever I hold one, I think of all the beginnings I’ve been too afraid to start, and how growth never looks grand in the beginning—it looks small, humble, almost unnoticeable.
My Ways with Acorns
I keep one on my altar for protection, anointed with cedar oil. It feels like a shield against whatever tries to rattle my…

