The Witch’s Diary: Home Alone (video)

We keep reassuring the neighbors ~ I’m harmless…Really!

 

The Magick of a Thundershower

This is my first attempt at creating an ambient music video (the music is courtesy of the royalty free public-domain music lists offered for download by Youtube). Ironically, the song that I chose was titled “Hydra”, how perfect is that! This was fun, and it sparked my interest to try again, and maybe to save towards a better bigger camera! Location– our back porch, and our front yard.

Oh, Blessed Dirt

Life has been hectic for us here lately, so many things stirring in the cauldron– the good, the bad, financial, medical, personal, business, both positive and negative.  We’re still in the Middle-Of-Life, though I hadn’t expected this at the tale-end of middle-age.  Needless to say, “Stress” has been our companion, my companion, for the past several weeks, months; and I wanted to share a wonderful “Aha!” moment.

I just came in from weeding the garden.  I came in with dirty hands, sweaty hair, muddy jeans, grubby feet– and it feels soooo good!  I *love-love-love* getting down on the ground, playing in the dirt, getting dirty!  And as I’m on my knees thinking how Peaceful this is, how Grounding this is– Dirt!— the “Aha” hit me…Of course, it’s grounding.  Of course, Dirt is connected– to the Earth (planet & element)– and to the Goddess! (duh)

Do you realize that children instinctively know this?  They know this and acknowledge it and act on it until a grownup tells them not to.  No wonder children love to play in the dirt– there is a reason for this!

I feel reconnected.

Dirt is dirty, but our kids need it. Research shows kids who play in the dirt are healthier than those shrouded in a germ-free bubble. Why kids and mud are the perfect pair...

Learn how to play in the dirt at www.theprairiehomestead.com!

Updates: The Bandit of Hedgewytch Hollow & Wytchy Observations

For several nights we’ve had a visitor to our back porch who raided the cats’ food bowls, left muddy foot prints all over the tables, and traumatized our kitty cats. The girls checked the porch the other night and, much to their surprise, they caught the culprit in the act. And here he is…

My daughter snapped this photo right through the glass on the back door– as you can see.

I guess it’s only fair that this little “Bandit” comes to visit and get his fill at Hedgewytch Hollow.

Observations, Just Saying…

1) The ‘Good Ole’ Boys’ system is not confined to the mundane world of mainstream society. Sadly, the “Good Ole’ Boys” system exists in the pagan world as well, and unfortunately, it’s left a lot of casualties in its wake.

2) The Real Housewives of (Wherever)…These women spend an awful lot of time, energy, emotion, and money trying to be ‘friends’ with people they don’t really like. And the point is???

3) Every pot of poppies that I’ve tried to grow dies. They appear to be in good condition when I purchase them at the greenhouse, but not long after transplanting, you can see the life being sucked right out of them– I want poppies, lots and lots of poppies spreading out all over the place, just like my grandmother had in her yard.

4) An awful lot of women spend an awful lot of time fixating on men– how they can catch one, why they lost one, will straying ones come back, how can they keep the one they’ve got, etc., ad infinitum. HELLOoooo! You will never reach your full potential if you expend every ounce of energy you have and hours of mental activity obsessing on this subject. Halt!– Stop!– put the brakes on.

I ask you:

If there were no men in the world, what would you be interested in?

Do you draw, paint, sketch, write, sculpt, or cook like a world class chef? Are you interested in horitculture– gardening, animals, sewing, designing– clothes, buildings (architecture), websites, interior design, or something else that I haven’t even thought of?

If you could do anything in the world you wanted to do, what would it be?

If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

If you could live anywhere in the world, would you stay where you are, or would you move to another location?

If you could accomplish one major feat in your life…what would it be?

The newly designed “Home Blessing Kits” are posted and ready for sale. These kits are smaller than the original, which makes them more portable, easier to tuck into your magickal bag or purse– then off you go to cleanse and purify your neighbor’s house, your friends apartment, or that haunted empty lot across town. These kits come in four colors (green, orange, lavender, pink) and include: 1 bag of sea salt, 1 bag of hyssop, 1 white taper candle, 2 sticks of incense, and 1 small bottle of “The Witches Oil” (shown in the photo of oils below).

You’ll find Home Blessing Kits at Wytchy Wares, or you can go directly to Wiccan Kits & Boxes.

I finally got photos posted of the smaller bottles of magickal oils that I’m offering at my site: Break the Hex Oil (aka Uncrossing Oil); Money Mojo (aka Prosperity Oil); The Witches’ Oil; Banish the Spirits (aka Exorcism Oil); and Good Health Mojo.

These oils are $8.00 a bottle. However, I’m still selling the large no-nonsense jars of oil for anyone who likes to buy magick in a generous quantity. For more information, you can visit my online shop: Wytchy Wares. Or you can go directly to Oils/Potions/Powders.

Wytchy Chit-Chat: It’s Been a Long Week

I feel like I’m waking from a fog.  This past week I’ve been sick with the flu, in bed most of the time, filled up on Ibuprofen and cold medicine, sleeping off and on, and waiting for the moment I would feel normal again.  Well, that moment has finally come– ta,da!– and none too soon; because I’m scheduled to be at Next Millennium tomorrow to do another book signing and tarot readings.  (That’s Saturday, May 7, noon-4pm, at http://www.next-mill.com )
I really didn’t know, as the week progressed, whether I’d make it or not, so I’m thrilled to be back up and at ’em!  I hope to see you there. 🙂

When I snapped out of my fog and re-joined the world of the living, it was quite a sight to behold.  Our apple trees had seemed to snap into bloom over night.  The air is fragrant with apple blossoms, and so is the house, as we fling open all the windows and let the fresh air run throughout.  This is my favorite part of spring, and I wish that these trees could stay magickally blooming for about three times longer than normal.  I snatched up my camera– and the following photos were taken today, by me, in our backyard:

I’m not the only one who enjoys our apple trees.  As I worked at the table on the back porch today, this was my secret companion.  He made a couple attempts to join me on the porch rails, but the sight of all the cats curled up asleep around me seemed to put him off (wise bird). 

I discovered that the small lilac bushes I’d planted in the herb garden right next to the porch were finally going to bloom– I’d planted them a couple years ago and they seemed to take forever to settle in and get comfortable.  But it was worth the wait…

My carpet of creeping charley (ground ivy), which I just started last year,  has taken hold and is growing like gang busters, providing a lush carpet in my secret garden…

So many of the other plants, from my hostas to the clematis, are very busy and in the process of creating leaves, they’re not ready to bloom any time soon.  But I don’t mind– patterns of leaves in a variety of colors are just as beautiful to me as a hoard of blossoms…

I’m never alone…if I don’t have a child following me around the yard, I have a cat.  Pyewacket, my eccentric black angora, was enjoying this day outdoors just as much as I was, and every time I turned around, there he was…

It was a good day today.  I finished up a good-sized magazine article and got it sent off way ahead of deadline.  I caught up on laundry that I intended to catch up on before I got sick.  I had the opportunity of spending some quality time with my kids and my katz on this gorgeous spring day; and my girls and I even managed a quick shopping run.

Today reminded me of a plaque that belonged to my Uncle, a beautiful plate that my Aunt use to have hanging in her kitchen when I was a child.  It said:

“Good Lord, just give me good health, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Tea-Time with the Witch: Spring Arrives at Hedgewytch Hollow

It seems like Spring has had to labor especially hard to make its presence felt this year, but I found hard evidence that it’s finally arrived when I checked one of my flowerbeds this week.  The last time I’d looked, these daffodils were timid little sprouts shivering beneath last year’s dried oak leaves.

We had new visitors at our bird feeding station this past week, a bird that we’ve never seen before.  It took a bird-book from a friend to put a name to these lovely creatures:  orange-headed blackbirds.   The regular blackbird is my favorite bird, and when these guys were all together and everyone was busy eating with their heads down, rear-ends in the air, they looked like one big flock of blackbirds.  You can imagine my surprise when their heads popped up.

Since I’ve had two witchlets move out of the house and into apartments of their own, the remaining girls have been able to spread out and claim their own rooms– finally– meaning that they’ve outgrown their bunkbeds.  I was going to give these metal framed beds away, but a friend gave me a better idea…Much to my husband’s delight (*cough*).  I’m using the frame and the top platform to create new wildlife feeding stations in the yard, the bottom platform is going to become a trellis in the flowerbeds.  And since I have two bunkbeds, I’ll have enough for the front and the backyard. 

I’m going to get a couple more hanging flowerpots for this station, along with a second hummingbird feeder; and I’ve planted morning glories in the pots sitting by the ladders at either end.  Also, as the birds knock all that seed around, I’ll have sunflowers and other cool plants sprouting spontaneously beneath it.  I’ll take more pictures as the season moves forward.

We love being able to have Sunday morning coffee on the back porch, and we’ve been able to do that in early April this year, which is not always the case.  This was our first Sunday morning outside earlier this month.  Although it sounds like the weather is going to turn nasty this weekend, and I think I’m going to be dragging all these plants and pots indoors.  That’s what I get for being in a hurry!

“Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment.”

Ellis Peterson