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Craft is one of those rare words that refuses to be boxed in.
As a noun, it speaks to the artistry of our hands, the steady, patient making of something real. Pottery. Woodwork. Poems stitched from lived experience. It’s tactile. Rooted. Intentional.
As a verb, it’s the act of shaping.
To craft is to labor with love, to chisel something from nothing a story, a home, a spell. It’s not just about hands; it’s about heart, history, and sometimes hardship.
Then there’s a craft the kind that takes to water or air, built to carry us far from where we began. A vessel. A leap of faith. Something that sails or soars, as we do when we dare to create.
But my favorite use?
The Craft.
Witchcraft.
Ancestral. Personal. A reclamation of power in a world that too often tries to take it.
It’s not all candles and crystals. Sometimes, it’s shadow work, hex-breaking, protection,
or grief alchemy. It’s the silence of a ritual done
in secret, or the roar of community rising in a circle.
And here’s the thing…
We should all try to be as versatile, as flexible, as unapologetically multifaceted as the word craft itself.
To be a maker and a mover.
To hold stillness and momentum.
To be the spell, the hands that cast it, and the vessel it travels in.
So, tell me what’s your craft?
What do you build, shape, summon, or release?
Whether you work with herbs or heartache, paint or protest, your craft is sacred.
Share it. Speak it. Own it.
Seriously feel free to share whatever you’d like 👍
Much love always,
Axton N.O. Mitchell
Poeaxtry_
Whisper to the void it might whisper back