I’m humbly offering this spell in sincere appreciation to Saint Rita, and also to cat yronwode because I have learned so much from her web pages, from alt.lucky.w, from her book, and from the course. I’m ashamed that I’ve owed cat some course homework for far too long. I’m sorry and I promise to complete the homework before spring.
I’m also sorry this post is so long. I feel I should explain the circumstances behind this spell.
This morning my long-term lover and I got into a rather emotional argument after he misunderstood something harmless I said, and called me a bitch. We haven't been getting along lately anyway, but this was out of line. I took a long shower, had a cry, and asked St. Rita for help. Then I went in the bedroom, wound my St. Rita medal (which is on a silk ribbon) loosely around my wrist, and continued quietly asking her for help. I just moved from the South to the North, and it started snowing this morning. I watched it for a while, and I thought about the story of the rose blooming in the snow for Saint Rita. I’m calm. At that point, my lover came in and apologized for calling me that name, for hurting my feelings. I quietly said ok and he left the room. Once I came out of the bedroom, he still being all nice. I accept his offer to take a walk in the snow. I'm civil but I'm still upset, you know? Until today, the extent of my work with Saint Rita has been informal, just confiding in a dear friend, and receiving comfort. I’m not Catholic. In my experience, Saint Rita has a way of making men apologize quickly. I was hoping to ask for a little more. So from the time he said what he did, the idea of this spell started forming.
I took a white 6” candle, and wrote "Saint Rita please melt his cold heart" into it with a thorn (for love’s hurts and for St. Rita’s wound) from a rose he had bought me. I chose those words because he goes through periods of emotional distance and coldness. I dressed the candle with rose oil. I set the candle in a glass holder with a wide bowl-like base. Into the base I put some of his hairs, some snow from the balcony, two rose petals from that same rose, and drizzled honey in a circle over it. I feel like the honey isn't just a sweetener, but also connected to her. It's said that when she was an infant, white bees would swarm around her, entering in and out of her mouth, but they did not hurt her. After her death, white bees have been seen at her monastery. So the idea is that, as the candle burns, the snow melts as I want his heart to melt. And the honey will make him sweeter. And Saint Rita is awesome.
I lit the candle and set it on the counter near the goober sitting on the couch who called me a bad name. I silently asked Rita for her help. I promised her I would make a shrine to her, and buy a little statue of her, and light candles for her, and give her roses. Then I felt like going out to the balcony for a smoke. I open the balcony door, I’m standing in the doorway, it’s snowing pretty hard, and I swear to God this is true, a DOVE suddenly landed on the balcony railing like 2 feet away from me. We just look at each other and I’m feeling rather indescribable. I’ve never experienced such an immediate and profound sign after a work. You see, I love birds dearly; they’re messengers. This is the first dove I’ve seen since moving here. I slowly back away to shut the door and he/she flies off. I ask St. Frances to protect the dove in this weather. I thank St. Rita. I thank the Creator. I collect the snow from the railing where he/she perched and bottle it… I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it yet.
At this very second, the candle is now half done. The flame is burning very true and strong, no flickering at all. I’m so thankful to Saint Rita. I hope to find a statue of her soon.