*Food is the oldest spell—we gather, we chew, we remember that the world feeds us because we are part of it.* ![[wait.really_a_Rider-Waite_style_tarot_card_lying_on_a_rustic__3ea30414-9cf4-4b21-b013-0c138b0764c0_0.png]] # The Spell In the heart of [[The Circle]], the Cauldron never stops stirring. Each meal is a ritual disguised as supper—home-cooked, slow, and shared. The menu remains veiled for now, but expect offerings drawn from the earth, stirred by [[Hands of the Many]], and served with warmth that hums through the forest. When the meal is called, come as you would to an altar. Set down what you carry. Taste, listen, laugh. Let each bite remind you that this is not a restaurant but a rite—an invocation of presence, of hunger met, of life made visible in the sharing. ## Ingredients of Necessity - Trust that you will be fed, body and spirit alike. - If you have **allergies or needs**, [whisper them early](https://forms.gle/axP6WHuhZUUNBqnf6) so the Cauldron may listen. - Arrive hungry, not only for food, but for connection—for the quiet miracle of being fed by others. # The Intention To eat slowly, joyfully, side by side—is to remember our belonging. In a world obsessed with speed, this is rebellion. To savor is to honor the unseen labor that brought the meal forth—the soil, the flame, the hands that stirred. When we eat this way, we become the spell itself: grounded, grateful, and woven into the rhythm of all living things. The Cauldron feeds more than hunger—it feeds the [[Witch Within]], who knows that presence, not perfection, is the sweetest taste of all. ![[Screenshot 2025-10-15 at 12.21.20 PM.png]] ![[Screenshot 2025-10-15 at 12.21.29 PM.png]]