For centuries, the broom wasn't bought ,it was made. Each 🧙🧙♂️ gathered her own branches, often broom-corn, birch, or rowan, and bound them by hand around a carefully chosen handle. The act of building the broom was itself a ritual. Every knot, every herb woven in, carried an intention protection, purification, welcome. It wasn't just a tool, but a personal object, woven by one's own hands and kept as an extension of one's own power.
So come make your own broom. Weave in your intention, your heart, and a little protection to carry home.
For centuries, the broom wasn't bought ,it was made. Each 🧙🧙♂️ gathered her own branches, often broom-corn, birch, or rowan, and bound them by hand around a carefully chosen handle. The act of building the broom was itself a ritual. Every knot, every herb woven in, carried an intention protection, purification, welcome. It wasn't just a tool, but a personal object, woven by one's own hands and kept as an extension of one's own power.
So come make your own broom. Weave in your intention, your heart, and a little protection to carry home.