Merry We Meet!!

This is my space to share, rant, rave, and even do a little bragging about my life choices, family, and where each are taking me.

Many people think 'witch' and immediately jump to the conclusion that I am some weirdo who's home smells like stale incense and hippie. I hate to disappoint, but I am as normal as the next person. As much as a person can be normal.

So, please read on. Enjoy my trials and tribulations. Hopefully, you can learn something from the mistakes I make and the good fortunes that come my way.


~Blessed Be~

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Monday, February 16, 2015

Dealing with Death

In honor of the life of my Grandfather (April 7th 1928 - February 16th 2015), who passed into the next life this morning, I dedicate this post.

"For death is certain to one who is born...thou shalt not grieve for what is unavoidable."

Death is truly the one thing that equates everything on this planet. Everything has a life span. Be it natural, forced, or accidental; Death will find us all. For that reason alone, it is rare that I mourn a death. I celebrate the life the person lived. No matter how long or short it may have been, the moments are what were important in someone's existence. 

My Grandfather was a brilliant man. He taught my brother, cousin, and I a lot as we grew up. He would read to us. Where the Red Fern Grows being one of my favorites. He'd recite poetry 'Cremation of Sam Mcgee' being my favorite. There were stories that graced our morning drives to school and races to see who could fasten their seat belts the fastest. And every single morning he would sing to us... When You're Smiling by Louis Armstrong. 

Oddly enough, it's the first thing I woke up with stuck in my brain. 



We learned how to shoot, hunt, make bullets, and whittle. He had given us kids each a case of matches, a metal bowl and showed us how to light matches. We spent months lighting and blowing out those matches and burning the spent matches into ashes. Haha, probably not the safest thing to do, but we never felt the need to light a match outside of that time period. 

There were canisters worth of old gunpowder "domino" lines drawn and lit on the driveway. He was always teaching though. Everything he did had purpose and taught us something. I truly wish that my children had known that Opa, rather than the post stroke Opa they grew up with. Although, even the first stroke didn't keep him from getting down on the floor and playing cars with my oldest until he was 7 or so. 

He camped, hunted, built a cabin, boated, fished, and took time to feed us sugared butter bread (it was a depression era thing apparently). 

I believe that remembering the life lived is far more important than the death. I honored him in my way. I spent some time at my altar, asked the ancestors to guide his soul and lit an eternal candle to help lead his spirit to where he deserves to be. It will burn for the next three days. I'll do the standard viewing and funeral that my family sets up as well. He's my Grandfather after all. 

My kids took it very differently. The youngest is too young to really get it. My oldest shut down. He's starting to come out of his shell at the time of this post . We all process differently and I support that. He knows he's loved and he knows I'm here if he wants or needs to talk. 

Rest with the ancestors Opa, I will see you next lifetime. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Over Excitement....

Many times, and even I am guilty of this, a path can speak to us so strongly that we instantly get swept up into the mysticism of something new and over do it. 

I have run into many people who are very gun-ho on the draw when it comes to learning about a new path in the beginning. As time drags on however, the romanticism of the new fades and you're left with sometimes textbook style learning. It happens. Honestly, it is very important for the history and background of the path to be known just as much as it is for each individual spell and candle color. The old adage, 'If you don't know where you come from, how do you know where you are going?' is very true. Especially when it comes to a spiritual path, in my opinion. You have to know what your convictions are.

There is nothing wrong with researching a new path. But take your time with it. Don't take on more than you can handle! It is very easy to get confused. I've studied for 18 years and the first 3 years kind of all blend together because I did so much at once. I've had to go back and redo what I've already done, just to straighten out facts in my own head/books. 

I love the enthusiasm a new person brings to the table. That thirst to learn. It's intoxicating for a teacher and we want to throw everything we know at them! Sometimes, it's hard even for us to reign ourselves in and remember to slow it down and not overwhelm the new person. 

I, unlike many teachers, get to have students of many different paths. My lesson plans never consist of the same material twice. I have Druidic students, Heathens, Celtic non-Druids, and even a Wiccan or two. My advice to teachers and students alike is to make sure you keep a constant dialogue. If you feel (as a student) you are being overwhelmed, say so! As a teacher, if you need to know if your student can handle more information, ASK! 

Finding your way through this maze of tangled trees should be an adventure for all involved!

Daddy and I

Daddy and I
Ready for our night out!

Nature Walk

Nature Walk
Just before heading into the woods

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