For Hekate, this hallowed jar I fill,
Banishment to my fears, it shall instil.
Anxiety, stress, and tension’s bane,
In its depths, they shall remain.
Pedestal I mount, inhale the ether’s song,
Vessel in hand, to her, it belong.
Proudly I stand, breath deep and free,
By her hand, unburdened I shall be.
Tiny jar filled with salt, lavender, amethyst, and rose quarts, sealed with black wax.
Lydia Vvinters 