At the first pale breath of morning, before the world has spoken, still water holds the coming light like a promise waiting to be kept.
This working reaches toward the lifting of weariness and the clearing of a mind gone grey with pain. It asks nothing of herb or flame, only the honest dawn, a mouthful of water, and a voice willing to greet the light.
The Working
- Rise before the sun and fill a vessel with cold, still water, letting it settle until the surface holds no ripple.
- Set it where the first light of dawn will touch it.
- Ring a bell once into the silence to part the sleep from the air.
- As the light finds the water, lean close and speak the charm across its face so your breath just stirs it.
- Watch the dawn brighten upon the surface until the water seems to glow from within.
- Drink three slow mouthfuls, and with the last, feel the grey lift from behind your eyes.
The Incantation
First light, come and find me here,
lift the weight, unfog the clear.
Water waking, bright and cold,
wash the weary, make me bold.
Bell that rang the morning true,
carry sickness off with you.
The spell is sealed with the third swallow and released as the sun clears the horizon, the night’s ache poured out into the widening day.