This past weekend a box was found in the back shed at my partner’s parent’s home.  This box, thought long gone, had been missing since a move twenty years ago, and it contained almost all my magical tools and altar supplies at the time.  I would have been homeless at the time if not for my chosen family. What belongings I kept went into the garage, apparently except for this one box, turning it into a personal time capsule of my magical practice at the age of 23.