#30DaysMagicalRoots Challenge Days 10 & 11

Day 10: Herb/Plant/Tree
Choose a plant ally to connect with. Or let one choose you! More information on being chosen by a plant here: 6 Signs a Plant Wants to Make Magic with You.

This one doesn’t even take any thinking at all, though I have many favourite trees and plants, my ally has always been Willow. As a kid, they were my favourite trees to climb, and I was fortunate enough to have had many around. I have sat in their wooded arms to cry, to sing, to reflect on many a thing, to cast spells. Not to mention the Disney movie Pochahontas really solidified that love of Willow trees, who wouldn’t want a badass, tells it how it is but in a sweet kind of way, grandmother Willow?

Day 11: Write a spell and perform it

This spell plays right into my love of the Willow tree, and is quite simple.

Materials:
-a leaf (can be of your own tree/plant ally, or something that fits your purpose)
-a tall place, preferably over running water, but anywhere high is just fine

Instructions:
1. Find a fallen leaf from your chosen plant/tree. Thank the spirit of the leaf. Bring it with you to a high place, I love the bridges over the Saugeen river here.

2. Stand with the leaf in your hands, looking at it and focusing your intent into it. Ask the spirit the leaf comes from to help your intent to manifest. You can also ask for any worry to be taken with the leaf when you let it float away.

3. Once you feel your intent is fully imbued into the leaf, let it float down and away from you. Since I have the river below, I can watch my leaf, my wish, be carried away downstream, taken to where it needs to go to do its work. It’s also a fantastic imagery of it being taken into the Astral where the magick can set itself to work once I can no longer physically see the leaf.

4. Thank the spirit of the plant/tree for helping with your purpose.

 

If you’d like to follow along with Plentiful Earth’s #30DaysMagicalRoots challenge, don’t fret about being late! I think the most important part is that you can do this at any time, and reconnect with your magical self, or build that foundation of small daily practices. ❤

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Emotions – TPE

Now I’m singing “Emotion” in my mind. One of the first songs I found out I have a pretty high range in 🙂

But to the point of this post! Emotion is probably the larger part of the foundation of my magick. Funny thing is that in my everyday life, when shit gets real and dramatic, I usually remain quite detached from what emotions end up coming up from those around me. Even with my family, I seem to have become the one who remains calm in any given situation. The only time I get emotional is when some sort of injustice happens, then I get pissed.

I think perhaps part of me not getting overly emotional is for the most part, I know I cannot control anyone but myself. I cannot make another person or being do anything they don’t want to do. So that means I always factor in being disappointed/annoyed/frustrated/etc. into anything other people do that may involve me (in an immediate or not so immediate way); and with this, I factor in knowing that I can’t really do much about it, so it’s not worth my time to worry over. This is probably why oftentimes I don’t ask for help. I am pretty capable of doing most everything I need done, I pick up skills quickly so even if I have asked someone for something, and they don’t do it in time, I just end up doing it myself.

Again, this is just part of me knowing I cannot control what anyone else does. It’s less of a “people are largely unreliable”, and more of a “if I am capable of doing it, I know I will get it done, and do it the way I want it done”.

But that’s getting a little tangential.

There is a flipside to this, however. I am really easily and heavily affected by media of all sorts. Films, music, art, dance, literature, and yes, video games (which is to me, just highly interactive art). I feel all of that acutely, and it can and does lift me up or fuck me up. I have to be very choosy of what I consume, and it’s become increasingly important for me to surround myself with beautiful/proper mind frame inducing things (hello, Taurus!), and is a large part of my being on Tumblr now too (I follow a lot of people who put up delicious images).
This is also why I choose romance, or sweeping fantasies instead of grittier real-world things. Or, I suppose the things I watch/read have to have an otherworldly taste to it if it is grittier and emotionally messy for me to think, well, this is just a book, it’s just a story. Though really, that doesn’t always work.

So how does this all factor into my magick? Strangely enough, when I feel that well of emotion boiling under the surface, that is when I decide something needs to be done. This could be from situations that have been left to turn rotten for too long, or this could be from those in-the-moment surges. Perhaps this is why I’ve always said that regular ritual isn’t my thing, my power heavily relies upon the emotion being within me to do something with.
And this is where having those things around me that evoke those emotions, and therefore the power in them, has become important. As much as I always want to be reading non-fiction, studying things concerning my spirituality or things I’m interested in, I really need all the arts on a consistent basis in my life in order to access my power. Since I don’t sing much at this point (which had always been a very good way of accessing my power), it’s important to have consistent and regular sources for me to find that.

This means that reading and finding inspiring shows and movies, as well as music and beautiful things to look at is important. It is a constant endeavour, and one that I am happy to do.

Carving out Space

So, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having a spot to write, to edit, a place to read my tarot, and do general witchy/mundane things. The Man and I’ve been chatting about getting nice furniture and what we’d like our spaces to look like (the which he doesn’t care about, so long as things are comfortable and not uber expensive, which leaves me to worry about the look of things, etc., which is more than fine with me!).
We are going to be getting a queen size bed (he’s too hot to sleep with more often than not, the furnace!), a nice reclining couch (in a dark, stain-hiding colour for when the future children come along), some sort of tv stand/storage unit, and a desk for me.

I was perusing desks, and thankfully I saw a standing desk (of course very expensive), but it reminded me I’ve wanted a standing desk. So after doing some perusing on the interwebs, I found some of the usual hacks for Ikea desks and such, and found out that they give you the option to buy the legs you like and the top you like separately. That was awesome thing number one. Awesome thing number two is that they have Finnvald legs, which look like saw horses, and have adjustable height dodads. And they’re made of wood, but I digress.

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The legs I got are just plain wood, and the table top is a very dark brown.

So the only thing I will have to do is go out and buy some pieces of wood and replicate the adjustable wood pieces as they’re going to be a little too short for me, though not by that much (the table all on its own comes up to 36″ max, but my elbows bend at 40″, which is where you want it to be so that when you’re typing, it’s a 90 degree angle). The wood pieces will be super easy to procure, and I’m sure my fafa has a drill, so I will be set! And I may need something to set my laptop up on so that the screen is at eye height, but that will be an easy fix. It should be arriving at the end of next week 🙂

I’m excited to have a space I can have my things, as the Man’s desk is super messy, and not very big anyway. It will save me from getting angry that he’s leaving garbage all over the desk. I will be able to have my binder with my written notes on the stories I’m working on beside me and easily accessible, my laptop for more heavy duty editing, and space for my journaling. I’m expecting an increase of witchy things being done as well, such as spells and easier tarot reading. There have been a few spells I’ve needed to be doing for too long now.

It’s important to have a space you can do the things, without worry of being in the way, or not having the space to sprawl out as needed. Sitting cozy on the couch while writing my stories is fine, but it doesn’t work for when I need to go through what I wrote and take notes to make sure I have references to the plot and details. Going out to the kitchen table while other people are in the house (we live with my parents and another roommate who is a friend of theirs) pretty much all the time is just not feasible. The roommate does not explicitly know I am witchy, and they usually ask what I’m doing whenever I’m in the kitchen. Detracts from the magick.

Another great thing about having this space of mine is that I’m not going to really be able to see the TV and be distracted by the Man’s constant YouTube watching. He watches people playing video games, they’re colourful and interesting, not good for someone who’s trying to write and the laptop screen isn’t big enough to block the TV. So I’ll be able to pop in my ear buds, and type away when the Man is up during the day on his weekends.

I’ll have pictures up when I’m all set up, I hope it doesn’t take too long. I may not get the wood to make longer adjustable pieces right away since I won’t be too much taller than what I need, and we’ll see about making a stand for the big laptop (I have a tablet with a keyboard that I’ve been using as my main writing tool). I’m just really excited to have my own desk again, a place to be organized the way I want, a space where no one else will be coming in and messing up. Life is good 🙂

The Pagan Experience – B is for Baldr – The Road So Far

Ha, I just realized my title is akin to the Supernatural season finale/premiere title. Now I will proceed to sing “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas for the rest of the day. You’re welcome if I got that awesome song stuck in your head too 😉

In the spirit of sharing about the Gods I work with, I will speak a bit of how things are developing with Baldr. I want to share because writing these posts are always good for self reflection. I know I could write for myself in a journal, which I do anyway, but writing for an audience always requires for decent explanations that bring not only understanding to the reader, but to me again as well. Not all the things can be kept fresh and poignant in one’s mind after time has passed.

So, I haven’t really talked about Him much to anyone. It is still pretty new, but It’s amazing I’m coming right out of the gate and putting this up, in public even! Bear with me as I deal with my shock at myself! :O
Now, forgive me for perhaps becoming shy about discussing it, like I said in last week’s The Pagan Experience post about Who I work with, sharing the Who is a bit difficult for me, especially here on the interwebs since this place is known to have many trolls and assholes in general.

I ended up having a few readings done (well, the first one is how I found out Who was hanging around). The readings have said that magick was coming for me this year, as well as Baldr. And so far, that has held very true, which is what I want to discuss with you today, dear gentle reader!

The first thing that has come from this is regular divining on my part. Baldr has come through very clearly with my tarot cards. Communicating with Him has been quite unlike any attempt at communication I’ve had before. I’ve also done readings for myself for some things, and again, what comes back has been unlike any attempt at reading for myself I’ve done before. The only thing that ever seemed to be truly accurate was my new year readings I’ve done for each month of the year for the past I don’t know how many years. Other than that, I would get myself in those silly read and reread, and get ridiculous cards that just don’t make sense to me. Reading for yourself is just, sometimes you’re simply too close to see the big picture clearly (and that’s not just in divination).
Needless to say, if ever I had doubts about how people can be in contact with their Gods and Spirits, they’ve been thrown out the window. Of a very tall tower. Atop a cliff that drops hundreds of feet to the ocean.

Right now, this is what w/We’ve got for communicating because, for lack of a better analogy, I’m not quite wired up right, yet. I also feel like w/We are both going slowly about this. While of course I sometimes become impatient, I usually quickly remind myself that I also kind of want to relish this. I don’t want it all to happen in the blink of an eye. I want to learn, to really grasp what I’m doing, I want a solid foundation in this, not only o/Our relationship, but what I’ve been learning, and what I have yet to learn. I want to really know Him, I want that to develop naturally. There isn’t a rush on either end of this thing.

What has also come about is some interesting dream things. Not dream work or dream travelling, yet. Those things are to come, but for now, He’s asked me to begin a simple practice every night. I light a candle in my dark room, and breath Him in for a few minutes. Very simple. Right up my alley. Part of this practice came about because I was experiencing some really nasty dreams (not nightmares, but non-consensual sex things). I was already breathing in cleansing breath before bed anyway to clear out all the day’s thoughts for me to be able to fall asleep better. He suggested adding His own energy as an element to this practice.
Well, guess what? No more icky dreams. However, my dreams are different since I began doing this. Very different indeed. The feel of them is, I don’t know, more immanent? I’ve always been a vivid dreamer, I remember dreams I’ve had as a child all the way through to now. I’ve also been able to control dreams when they became not so nice for a very long time (I even remember the first dream I did this in, I believe I was five; there was a mustard incident in-dream, and I wanted to clean it badly enough that I made myself do that in-dream).
But back to my dreams right now, I don’t know. They’re just different. They’ve even shown some things that I don’t feel are visions of the future, but like a path the future could take me on, I guess? What I do understand and undoubtedly feel to my very bones is that I’m protected. Even though the dreams have seemed to be in a twilight, and interesting dark things sometimes happen, I’m not ever in danger.

I’m sure I’ll find out what the dreamy time things are about in time, though. He’s let me know that they’re where I’ll be travelling with Him when the time comes. The wait now is for my nightly practice to establish itself firmly, and through that, letting Him in little by little. The course this is all taking seems planned out, which I can appreciate. I’m not a fan of not planning, I usually only like spontaneous things if I’m the instigator or if very few people are involved. It’s kind of nice that Someone else knows what the plan is, as adults, we rarely get led onto adventures, or have true surprises (a big reason why I hate knowing what people are gifting me beforehand), so I am enjoying everything as it comes, though I have a feeling that it won’t always be without stresses and tests.

Of course, I sometimes want things to happen quicker, to get to where I’ve been hinted to w/We’re going, and then I ask if there’s anything else I should be doing. Nope. Just keep on with what’s happening now. Gotta build that strong foundation. Can’t have your house crumbling down at the slightest tremble of the earth.

Well, dear gentle reader, that’s kind of where it stands (well, not as of now, because when this is posted, I’d have already written this a week early, who knows, I could edit it in the interim with some amazeballs thing, though I don’t quite think so :P). Stay tuned for the continuing adventures!

The Pagan Experience: Personal Practice

I realize I’m posting the first two prompts of The Pagan Experience very close together, but who cares? I certainly don’t. I will write when I feel called to it for the blog. So that means I may not write for every prompt, in fact, for PBP, I have never written for the last month or two at the end of the years I did it because having to do ALL THE THINGS, as well as having SAD, which makes me want to do absolutely nothing.

Ok, so enough moseying around the subject for today! Also, why do I feel the need to explain myself? Note to self: just do stuff, you’re not a child, you don’t have to explain every detail of why you do the things you do in the way that you do it to anyone but yourself, if you’re so inclined. Love you.

Right. We’re truly on track for the blog now! This week is about favourite practices, could be spiritual, could be magickal. I’m gonna pick both.

For the magickal side, I don’t do a lot of spells, but I do move energy about when I need to. At bedtime, especially on nights when my mind won’t shut up, I clear out my body and brain of all the things I’m holding on to that don’t serve my purpose of sleep and rest. I do a cleansing breath thing, nothing I found in a book or online, just something that came to me organically. That’s probably one of my favourite magickal practices because it takes a few minutes, and then I can more easily fall asleep (which I sometimes have problems with).

For the spiritual side, one of my favourite things to do is offer songs to the spirits I work with. There was a lot of that in the summer with being outside lots. Apparently that’s where I feel most inspired to sing, and I can’t be upset with that inclination. At home there’s always people about, the house is rarely without at least two people in it (including me), and it’s not that I’m shy about singing, it’s that when you sing from the heart, it’s super personal, and these songs are not for human ears, unless I’ve worked on the songs, and am inspired to share. Also, the Man works nights, so the conduciveness of my singing at home just isn’t right at the moment. Most of the song offerings have been on the spot things that just come to me. Sometimes, it’s whatever song happens to be in my head at the time (moreso if I’m out in the woods and singing to the winds and the trees, and the land spirits).

So there it is, some favourite practices of mine. Nothing complicated, just simple things that resonate with me.

December is Quiet Online

Norwegian style hat, mitts, and scarf I made for my MIL.

Norwegian style hat, mitts, and scarf I made for my MIL. The scarf is reversable.

At least for me, since I’m spending so much time preparing for Yule. I’ve been knitting almost non-stop since December rolled in. In November it was lots of writing and knitting, now it’s knitting and thinking. I am definitely going to get back to writing when things have died down and my Yule gifts are finished as this story desperately wants to be put down on paper. DESPERATELY. I think on it often, seeing what needs to change in order to make things fit, but knowing that as I write it, I will not go back to edit until it is done.

So this is a rather rambly post, please forgive me for that! I have been quite tired as of late. But I am excited for Yule, I have some things planned out this year for Mother’s Night, the Solstice, and then there’s the family Christmas dinner on the 26th, and New Year, and then another Christmas dinner with the Man’s family on the 3rd. I am thinking there are daily things to be observed during the 12 days of Yule. Nothing super ostentatious, but I am happy for it nonetheless. I am also happy for our first Yule season back with family, though I am missing my Vancouver chosen family and think of them often lately.

I suppose this is a catching you up with where I am at kind of post. Yep.

There is also something that is on the horizon for the next year that I am excited, scared, but really delighted about in a few different ways, that could come to pass for me. You will know when it is time, for now, it’s for me to let happen in its own time, that is if it does happen. I’m so vague. Good Gods, I should have just stopped this post before I started.

So as far as my Yuletide plans, there is some apple-cider jelly to be made, a gingerbread house and cookies, and some Scottish shortbread. Then I believe for New Year’s day, I will be making us some duck. Yum. I miss duck. But it truly is a treat. And right now, it’s knitting, mostly. So I shall get back to that and bid you à les dieux.

Full Moon Shenanigans

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It’s the Vine Moon, and I am working with some grapevines tonight for some nefarious deeds. Ok… not so nefarious, but some thing for which I would like a little magical boost for.

So I sang in offering to the grapevine in my backyard after asking for some of itself, had an interesting interaction with it, and took what I was allowed. It was pretty enchanted as the sun was behind the pine the grapevine is growing up on, and the sun was filtering golden light to dance across my eyes as the rest of the world seemed not to exist for a few seconds. I love moments like those.

I hope your Full Moon is fruitful and the Moon, Gods, and Spirits enjoy your worship, watch over and aid in your magic, and bestow Their blessings upon you.

My Magical Place

I want to share a few pictures of my favourite place to go when I need to do some magick. It’s off the trail I frequently ride on. I’ve been going here since I was 15 or 16; it is an incredible place of power. When you walk in off the trail, you go down a short, gravel hill between an ash tree and another (I can’t remember). When you get to the bottom, there is a little stream on the right that flows down to the river in front of you between two very large black willow trees. I think willow may be my tree, seeing how it has played a prominent role throughout my entire life.

I laid down in what seems like a perfect place to rest between four of the willow on the right’s large, strong main limbs. My head leaned back on one of them, and I could look up into her swaying branches and leaves above. Right now, there are little white fluffs of willow seed floating around in the air, making it that much more of a visually magical place. The sun dances between the leaves, and when you close your eyes, the shadows and light play across your eyelids, almost like the sun reflected on water.

I met with her spirit, she showed me some things that are bound to pass for me, and I made some magick with her help.

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This is my view if I turn my head to the left, laying in her arms. The trees and wildness speak to me. There’s a reason why I’m a Forest Witch. My magick is strongest with the trees’ guidance, and beneath their bodies swaying in the winds. I get to this point on the trail, and the farther I go in, the more I feel home, feel free, and feel the thrum of all that lives around me.

 

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On the way back, I take a picture of what I believe to be mullein (and after some Googling, find that it is). It’s the only one I could spot on the entire trail, so I may have a better look next time I go.

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And now for something completely different (not really, as my garden is a magical place too), here is one of a few pea pods I harvested yesterday 🙂
They were sweet, delicious, and I cannot wait for more! Once harvesting gets underway, I will be a busy bee preparing all these vegetables for storage by freezing and canning.

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Musings on a Rainy Day

Rainy Willows

My Full Moon cakes have been taken away from beneath these willows. The smell on the breeze of damp earth is intoxicating. It’s one of my favourite smells. While it had stopped raining as I took these pictures but a few minutes ago, the sky is falling once more, gently on the greening world outside as I sip my Earl Grey and type away.

Much of my past few weeks since returning from the East Coast has been spent sweating away under the sun, digging out my garden plots. Alas, the rain has come and now my plots are riddled with puddles. I’m hopping the puddling will be solved after I run the tiller through and add some sand from some of the other plots. I’m itching to get the seeds in the ground, but it seems everything this year wants to be late according to the seasons and weather, so I’ll just have to be patient.

Plots

My mom and I went out over the weekend to pick up our rhubarb, raspberry, and blueberry plants that will in a few years be a good source of lots of jams and pies and other tasty desserts. The raspberry, especially, looks very happy out on our deck, many new leaves have come out over the few days we’ve had it. The peas are also on the deck waiting to be planted, and are looking very happy for all the light access.
We even dug out the front flower beds and put in a mix of wildflower seed, I’ll let you know how well that works out as at the end of the season, you cut it back and it’s supposed to reseed itself for the following year.

It’s been an excellent few weeks, even with my body (mostly my back) aching from all the intense work. I stupidly did some digging two days ago whilst the weather was humid and hot. So when yesterday came around, and it was cool and non-rainy, I was too exhausted to do anything. However, the day was spent writing a ritual for the Full Moon, as I already knew what I needed it to be for. The kitties were being mischievous during the affair, if you wanted to know.
As I said in a previous post, it’s really nice having all the energy worked out of you so that you just do, you don’t think. The ritual last night lasted much longer than I thought, and even the kitties didn’t keep my attention from what was happening in my circle. Again, being cleaned out by exhaustion is purifying, and it certainly helped me weave my magick.

Puddles

I’ve also been struck by how naturally noisy it is here in the country. I don’t mean the vehicles that drive by (we are on one of the busiest roads in this small town, with transport trucks going by at regular intervals during the day, including the Beer Store truck that honks as he passes our house), but by the birds here. And by plural birds, I mean a ton. Robins, Red-winged Blackbirds, Finches, Chickadees, Woodpeckers, Brewer’s Blackbirds, Canadian Geese, Mourning Doves, a Hawk of some sort (they always fly much too high for me to pick out any specific identifying colours), Gulls, Blue Jays, an occasional Raven, Common Blackbirds. That’s all I’ve been able to hear/see so far this spring. It’s amazing all you’ll find when you pay attention. On top of that is the hum of things at night in the swampy area behind our property that leads into a wood.

Oh, and the crows, never forget the crows. They wouldn’t let you anyway.

It’s a happening time indeed, for which I am grateful. Even my best friend is about to have a baby at any moment. There’s no time for dilly-dallying.
I must say I’m happy for the break in too much computer time, but that’s what people do now (year-round even, Gods forbid) since we live in the age of the Internet. Having Google at your fingertips is great, and all the world’s knowledge, but going out and really experiencing life for yourself is still needed. I won’t say best, there is a time for experience, and a time for study and reflection. They are both needed and important.

This rainy week has had me on edge again though, I’m so close to having all the plots dug and ready, so close to planting the seeds in the earth, yet even if it was all ready, it’s much too wet for planting seeds at the moment anyway, as you can tell in the photo above with the puddles.

I suppose I should just get this posted as I’m on baby watch 😀

I hope your spring season is full of wonder and work.

Pagan Blog Project – S is for Skyclad

Luis Falero - "The Witches Sabbath" 1880

Luis Falero – “The Witches Sabbath” 1880

 

Going to the Sabbat and getting skyclad is still something some witches fear. We have a very odd way of hating the human body, and enforcing that with all the ads of Photoshopped images everywhere of what the “perfect” body is.

However, whether or not you choose to keep your robes on in group settings, even if you’re just alone, there’s something to be said for the feel of the candles’ warmth, or the almost static of your sacred circle lifting the hairs all over your body, and the fact that you are in that moment, just yourself with none of the cultural and social expectations of what you should look like; it’s all very freeing.

I tend to be someone who balks at the obsession people have with appearing perfect all the time, and I relish the time spent in my circles where I can just throw away what the worry for clothing that will “flatter my shape”, make me sexy, make me demure, etc. It’s a time to adorn yourself with jewels that connect you with their purpose, or scents that resonate with your magic to be worked. You can even paint your body with images that will help you manifest the things you want in yourself, or help energy to move through and within you more effectively.

When the skin is involved in sensing the energies being roused in circle, it can help to solidify the effectiveness of what you are doing, and even intensify it. It’s completely sensual, and allows for us to get out of our heads and physically experience what we are doing magically.

I’m thinking you can probably tell by now that I enjoy working skyclad. If you’re shy about it, try it alone, try it a few times. You never have to do it with a group, but being skyclad is most definitely a powerful tool for witches.