A Sacred Life

Witches Heal the World!

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Life is about finding the beauty in the mundane and the simple things around you:

  • Watching the grass as it runs with the breeze
  • Feeling your skin spark when you know there’s a presence in the room
  • Feeling rich in life even when your pockets are empty
  • Hearing sounds outside at night and feeling safe and warm
  • Knowing you are blessed every second of every day
  • Asking for help and feeling gratitude wash through you
  • Concocting a spell and knowing it is perfect!
  • Feeling the sacred rhythms of nature and being in sync with them
  • Flooding your divine nature with love, and light and laughter
  • Cleansing your soul always because you don’t want to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
  • Bonding and melding with all things and sensing the miracle that is life
  • Wasting not a precious moment on anything that does not enrich your body, mind and soul

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And so She came

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And so She came, the winter queen,
the Crone of night we had forseen.
Early, her rains laid waste the leaves,
stripped bare the fruit from off our trees
and now with wind in bony boughs
the last of autumn’s bounty flees.
Her whispers send us down to sleep,
she swears our secrets she will keep.

Longest night; more to come

So, the sun came back, like they said it would this year, every year, forever.  I imagine what it might have been like for our ancestors who knew nothing about “axial tilt” or why the days got shorter and shorter, why the sun looked lower and tinier and weaker every day until nearly, nearly gone, they waited in fear that it might not come back.  But here it is.

solstice ancientwaysbotanicals.comThat was a really, really long night.  Did anyone notice?  Yet, at my house, there was not much sleep to be had.  My little girl was sick, coughing all the night long. What I know for sure is that every time I was up with her, it was dark until eventually, it was light, but it was late.  Long night and a lot more to come, I think.  It’s not even yet January.  So in the dark months, what shall we do?  Maybe dream, write, study, reflect, and hopefully sleep a little more than we did in the busy months of light.  Here, there is grey, silty light almost every day.  I saw the tiny infant sun today for about fifteen minutes before it clouded over again.  It dissolved into cold rain.  There will be more like this, but maybe with snow and ice instead.  Still, if I disolstice treed not have this, there would be no rest from the overwhelming, active, growing and flowing green of leaf and wash of blue water all summer long.  It all serves its purpose, this hibernation.  There’s a beauty to it, the stark night with its tiny golden orb rising in the east barely making it above the horizon.  There’s a sort of forced peace, compulsory rest, and a turning inward of thought, where feelings become dreams.

Crow

I always thought I was more of a hawk sort of person, or even better, owl.  Maybe even the death raven, that matron of the battlefield.  However, no, it appears that I have garnered the attention of crows.  It started in the early fall, when more animals were moving around, more birds still talking, and even hawks hunting.  They all chatter away when I’m walking from car to my work entrance.  They’re having a whole conversation up there.  I didn’t pay much attention.  Our sky is very busy here.  Near on to Samhain and I noticed that the loudest voices were the plaintive, somewhat mocking voices of crows.  Not sophisticated, kinda gossipy, crows.  I looked up and said hello to them. (I’m pretty sure the lady passing by thought I’m just not quite right.)  I guess they decided to be my new friends. They’re everywhere I go now. They told their friends to be my friends too.  Kinda like facebook but for birds.  I came out from work and one of my new buddies was sitting on my car, just eyeballing me.  This photo isn’t him but it reminded me of him.  So what can I learn from this stark scavenger?  They have a lot to say.  I had forgotten about them for a week or two in the rush of things to do and the preoccupation of my sliding mood and distracted thoughts surrendering to winter.  This morning, one of them got right up on the roof by my work entrance and issued a very loud and pointed “caw caw caw caw” right at me.  He’s got things to say, awinter crow flickr zanzibarnd in the deep bowl of this great big night we call “winter,” I will try to listen.  He’s wry, and he scavenges what he can to survive.  He’s a social bird, and gathers up with his buddies if he has to defend his turf.  He isn’t delicate.  Doesn’t seem too apologetic about it either.  So while I would rather have something glamorous and mysterious like an owl friend, I guess the winter crone has sent me one of her messengers. I think it’s a message about death, and forsaking.  It’s also a message about survival and using my voice.

Meeting the Spirits of Nature

This is an excellent discussion on building relationships with the spirit of place.

Gwydion Blackrose

Faery in and as a WaterfallIf we want to use our powers in order to help the spirits of nature (and humanity) to come back into a state of balance we need to form alliances with these spirits first. Too often do we assume to know what nature “needs” without actually checking in with her and her spirits. Even if we have human science to back up our opinion it always makes sense to make this one additional step. After all science can and has failed us more than once. It evolves, its understanding of the Laws of Nature deepens – but the Laws of Nature themselves don’t change. They are eternal as long as this Universe isn’t recycled first. I don’t see happening soon. Therefore better to check in with those guys (Faeries, Land spirits, Gods of Nature, Mother Earth) who know themselves before messing things up even more.

But how exactly?

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Tonight’s magic

wpid-20141130_195637.jpgI am calling this one a Grail Enchantment.  Its purpose is woven into the oil in the chalice, the herbs and shells within, the crystals inside, and then activated by a floating flame.  Supporting intention candles surround it, and a ring of herbs and other items around it, all inside the cauldron.

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