44 Days of Witchery, Day 7: Air Element

My invocation of Air:
Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East, we do summon, stir, and call thee up to protect us in our rite. Come fill my lungs, and stir all things from the smallest blade of grass to the tallest tree. Come to us now on the cool breath of Autumn's sigh. Breathe into us the spirit of the pure joy of life. So mote it be!

Air: the sustenance of life, making pollination possible with gentle spring breezes. And capable of bringing down cities with it's destructive storms.

Air carries away your troubles, blows away strife, and carries positive thoughts to those who are far away.