March Collections Release

Hello, lovelies!

This month, I’ve decided I want to start releasing new creations just once a month. Not only will this help me get all the teas and things I want to create created, but it will also keep me much more organized! Especially because I am now running a rep program on Instagram. I need to get teas out early to reps so that they can share them slightly before the teas go live in the shop.

So this month is going to be late as I aim for mid-month releases going forward.

Without further ado, today in the shop two collections went live.

Shireling teas: Frodo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins, Merry Brandybuck, Samwise Gamgee, and Pippin Took

Shireling teas! A tea for each of our favourite hobbits: Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and who could forget Bilbo? Each one of these was very inspired by the delicious foods and copious treats that permeate the Shire. You can find all of my Lord of the Rings teas here.

New Celtic Deity Teas: Manannan Mac Lir, Brighid, Oghma, and Danu

And the second collection is a few new blends for the following Celtic deities, Manannan Mac Lir, Brighid, Ogham, and Danu.
This is a collection I will continue to expand upon in the future, as there are plenty other Celtic deities I know you and others would love to have access to. The same idea will go for the Greek deities as well.
You can find all of my Celtic Deity teas here.

I hope you have a most excellent, and hopefully sunny weekend, loves! I’ll be creating a post soon inspired by a video I put up on Instagram and Facebook about how I create teas. It has so much to do with story telling ❤

EEEEE!!! The Wait Is Over!!!! (Mostly Because I’m Impatient)

I want to introduce you to my new products I’m offering in my shop now!! As of now, there are only the two up; I was going to wait until I could get up a goodly amount… but I’m just too damn impatient to wait!! I just want to share them with you!

Baldr

I’m making tea inspired by and for our Gods, as well as whatever tickles my fancy (seasonal/holidays/pop culture paganism/stories).

The Deity teas are meant to be shared with your Gods, simply offered to them, or just to enjoy as you think on Their many adventures and lessons.

This Baldr tea is a delicious chamomile base, with orange, lavender and allspice. It’s like walking in a summer meadow.

Odinn

And an Odinn tea! Minty, spicy, and earthy. It’s like a cool walk on blustery cliffs as you sip on a thermos full of hot tea. A blend of peppermint, spearmint, juniper berries and white pepper.

I was meant to have a Frigg tea up as well, but I ran out of dehydrated apples, so am waiting on them to be finished drying at the moment.
My plans are to flesh out the Norse side of things, as well as some for holidays (and by that, I do mean Yule right now, but there will be teas for the other Sabbats), witchier teas for divining or journeying to Otherworlds, and teas inspired by fantastical worlds from books and movies. There will be some pop culture pagan themed teas to be had as well as our historical Gods/myths.

I’m so excited! I hope you are too, and keep an eye out on my shop for more tea!!!

Breathe

Beautiful… ❤

A Month for Baldr – X – Offerings

As far as historical offerings go, I have no idea. There isn’t much evidence of a wide worship of Baldr (yet, so until we find something incredible, or we travel back in time, we really won’t know), so all I have is what is between the two of u/Us, and the little bits and pieces around the interwebs from His other people (though once again, there really aren’t that many, and it seems like most of them have either a peripheral, or a very private relationship with Him).

For me, I offer the obvious chamomile tea, usually with honey. I typically end up having tea with Him, enjoying my own cup as He enjoys His. I offer a few hours of candle burning (one of Beth’s Balder candles right now) on Sundays, as well as try to spend more time than usual with Him that day, although I think it may have to be a different day as the household’s schedule has been shifting, and weekends have become busier.
I also try to go out in nature or my garden and enjoy the beauty found there, I always feel Him around emphatically when I’m out in the wide wide. Honestly, I don’ think there is much that Baldr would say no to when offering to Him. I feel He really enjoys when we ourselves find joy in life, appreciating each moment for what it is and what it brings us; basically trying to live in the moment.

The Pagan Experience Looking Forward

Thanks to a few of the bloggers I read, I am now going to participate in The Pagan Experience, as a step up from the Pagan Blog Project. Now I don’t mean that in a negative light, it just feels like PBP is more for those starting out, the prompts emphasize the history, tools, etc. of Paganism and Witchcraft. While I like to go back every once in a while and give a thought as to why we use what we use, the power in tools of the tangible and intangible sort, I feel like it’s no longer the time for me to continue “starting out”. Also, most of the PBP posts that I’ve written in the past year and a half, perhaps more, have been more personal, less of that initial Learn. All. The. Things.
I’m still learning of course, but it’s much less about the books now, and more about the actual practice, the interactions that I have. Learning things by rote helps a bit, but can you remember all the things you had to memorize when you were in grade school? Probably not. What stays in mind are the experiences, things connected to emotions, and spirituality is abundant in the emotional department.

Alright, so to get to the point of this first Pagan Experience blog post, resolutions! I don’t really do them. I generally have things that I am always working towards anyhow, so I’ll share what the coming year will have in store for me.

1. Write. I need to finish the novel I began writing for NaNo. I’m still excited about the story, but I need to take some time to plan out what’s going to happen in each chapter till the end of the book.
I am also going to write short stories of erotica to publish on a fairly regular basis. I enjoy writing it as much as I love reading it, and sometimes, you just gotta write your own stuff to see what you want to see. I’ve already got a neat world I’m working in, and I’m excited to see where it goes as well. I think with this first story, there will be more, a bigger story that will be put out in instalments. It’s also going to be a way for me to sharpen my story writing skills so that the big stories I have to tell will be done so in a much cleaner way.

2. Redo my garden this year, cutting down some of the things that didn’t seem to work well, and what we didn’t tend to eat very much of. It will also be a year of knowing what will need to be better taken care of on this particular plot, now that I’ve gone through a growing season with it. And this year, I absolutely must remember to get my sister to bring some horse poop in the fall! (The poop is the most important goal, of course!)
I will also be making a bigger effort for herbs, both culinary and medicinal. Of course, it can all be used magickally, but you already knew that, right? Also, herbs and flowers in the garden keep pests away, so there’s also that.

3. Eat well, move more. Nothing specific. I’m not going to say I want to lose such and such amount of weight. I just want to take care of my body, which is something that’s already on my mind every day anyway.

4. Spiritually, I’d like to allow myself to just do things when I feel moved to. Not to just sit there thinking that there’s going to be too much involved. We do things when inspired because we are deeply moved to do it, ritual and celebration helps us to mark important things in our lives, and I need to do this more. I’m not saying I’m going to do ALL. THE. RITUALS. I am not a ritual kind of person. Only once in a while. No, if I feel like I need to bake something for an offering, or do a specific spell, or say a prayer in a more formal and marked way, I will do it.

5. Sing more. I’ve been moved more and more lately to sing. Not as intensely as I have pursued it before, but music is calling. I often think of writing, but my best tunes come out in the shower and I forget when I’m done. Yes, I realize I should just bring my phone in and record. Welp, there’s a thought 😛 Thank you, writing this post for making me think of that!

I think these are the basic things I am seeking to do this year. Nothing too crazy, just things that I feel are attainable, as I already endeavour to do them anyway.

Rumpelstiltskin

Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, “I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold.”

The king said to the miller, “That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test.”

And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, “Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die.”

Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller’s daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.

But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, “Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?”

“Alas,” answered the girl, “I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it.”

“What will you give me,” said the manikin, “if I do it for you?”

“My necklace,” said the girl.

The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.

By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller’s daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, “What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?”

“The ring on my finger,” answered the girl.

The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.

The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller’s daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, “You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife.”

Even if she be a miller’s daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.

When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, “What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?”

“I have nothing left that I could give,” answered the girl.

“Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child.”

Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller’s daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.

And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller’s daughter became a queen.

A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, “Now give me what you promised.”

The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, “No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world.”

Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.

“I will give you three days, time,” said he, “if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child.”

So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, “That is not my name.”

On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, “That is not my name.”

On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, “I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted –

“To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
the next I’ll have the young queen’s child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'”

You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, “Now, mistress queen, what is my name?”

At first she said, “Is your name Conrad?”

“No.”

“Is your name Harry?”

“No.”

“Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?”

“The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that,” cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.

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I absolutely love this fairy tale. I remember it being my favourite as a child, relishing when my mama would read it to me, and later when I read it myself, enjoying the pictures in the book, always hoping if one day I needed to spin gold, I wouldn’t make the same mistake the miller’s daughter did!

So what does it mean as a pagan? Well, firstly, we have Rumpelstiltskin who is a magical little man, a dwarf in actuality. Despite the fact that he wanted her royal child, he was the most honest character of this tale. He did what he said he would do while the miller’s daughter tried to weasel her way out of her deal, the king married the miller’s daughter out of greed knowing he’d find no other way to become ever richer, and the miller was a liar to gain higher position. I also love that he cherishes life over all other valuable, inanimate objects of the world.

He expects payment for the work he does, and the work he does is in sympathy for the miller’s daughter, so I think of him as quite helpful. This tale (amongst most fairy tales) shows us that in order to work in harmony with otherworldly beings, we must offer them something in return for the things we ask of them. If, for example, you ask your hearth spirit or house spirit to protect and watch over you and your loved ones, well, don’t expect to have that protection unless you consistently give offerings and consistently commune with them so that your relationship grows stronger and there is more imperative for them to work with you.

Anywho, when Rumpelstiltskin asks her to guess his name to be able to keep her child from him, he is giving her a second chance to sort of redeem her past ill made promises, though he’s sure she won’t be able to figure it out (and rightfully so as his name is not one you’d hear everyday, lol). Even then, she doesn’t do the work herself, though I somewhat understand, as I’d want to watch over my child like a hawk in this particular case. Better yet, I’d take my child with me while trying to find out what his name is, but I digress.
I enjoy the fact that she must find out his name, for to find out the true name of an otherworldly being is said to have power of that being. Aaah, how I love fairy tales.

I’m on a fairy tale kick lately, so I hope this is something you lovely people will enjoy as much as I do, cuz I probably won’t stop writing about it, lol.

Offerings

After having done some magic(k)al work on Beltaine, I needed to make an offering to the gods. I had to wait until we got groceries to be able to do it, but I got the ingredients to make salt dough so that I could sculpt some things to offer. While working on these items, I took the time to be mindful of what they were thanks for, and to put my intent of love and gratefulness into the pieces for the gods.

I did a flower for the goddess, and an oak leaf for the god. Now, I wasn’t really using specific gods for my little ritual, just the energies that make the world go round, masculine/feminine, sun god/lunar goddess.


While salt dough is pretty easy to make (recipe will follow), it’s definitely not something you can make really elaborate images out of. It’s kind of got the consistency of play-dough, though slightly different.

Recipe
3/4 cup water
1 tbsp vegetable oil
1 1/4 cups plain flour
1 1/4 cup salt
paint & varnish

Watercolour or gouache needs to be varnished (a pva glue will do). Acrylic paint doesn’t need varnished but can be for extra durability.

-preheat oven to 180c/350f
-mix all ingredients to form a soft dough, it should feel velvety and pliable
-knead the dough thoroughly on a floured surface until it is soft and stretchy

** make sure the dough is kneaded thoroughly or it will bubble and distort you chosen form when it’s baking

-model the dough – use hands and any kitchen implements you want to make patterns and forms
-bake on a sheet pan for 20 minutes or until the dough is hard
-paint when completely cool

** If the dough is not completely hard when it has cooled (check the underside) then pop it back in the oven for a further 10 minutes. Allow to cool again before painting.

I got it from the #mce_temp_url#, which is, by the way, a fabulous pagan forum.

Anywho, I will be placing these little creations out in a huge weeping willow tree near my house, and saying a few quiet words of thanks. 🙂