Setting up my grimoire/Book of Shadows

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Yes, I have been a witch my whole life and rarely bothered with keeping a grimoire/book of shadows/whatever you want to call it. Usually I've just had random bits of paper floating around with stuff written on it, and once upon a time I had a coil-bound notebook that was more or less a grimoire. But then I fell out of practice of keeping up with it, and it got lost somewhere along the way over the years.

But seeing as how I'm in the process of gathering everything I need to set up my altar again, it only makes sense that I would take another shot at keeping my magical notes in some semblance of order.

I generally am a very disorganized person when it comes to pretty much everything in my life, so perhaps getting some sense of organization over my magical stuff is a good place to start.

I bought a gorgeous faux leather-bound notebook today that I think will be good for my book thingy, and now I'm collecting information to put into it. And I will also likely put some printed items into it too as I find ones that fit what I want or just strike me as appropriate. Now I just have to keep from ripping pages out when I'm unhappy with my printing/writing/drawings...this is part of why I use a binder for my regular journal as it's easier to replace pages in it. Oh well, such is life.

It will take me some time to get the first bunch of things added to my book, and come up with an original title for it. But it will be something that is highly personal to me.

Blessed Be!

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