Sloppy Magic

I'm visiting my parents for a few days.  This is the longest and farthest I've ever been away from them, and it's interesting to be back here as a guest.   The energy of the land is the same, gently humming and welcoming.  The house seemed to brighten up a bit to say hello.  And then I went into my former living quarters.

What was previously a well-appointed, magazine ready Homo Witch's Abode is now overrun with the chaos and accouterments of teenage-hood, as my teenage nephew has overtaken the space.  I had to resist the urge to put things right or to scold him, because it's not mine at the moment.

But there, amidst the electronics and clutter and teenage age boy-funk, was the attention in the air of nearly twenty-years worth of magic being done in one place.  The nearly permanent circle ready to snap into place with only the gentlest of commands.

I like the idea of that energy adding to the flow of the place, keeping my loved ones safe while I'm away, and possibly smacking my nephew when he misbehaves!  But I think it unwise to leave that much of myself floating around unused and unattended.

I have only a few tools with me, but tonight I will dismantle that circle and extend it's force out around the property to feed the wards that are there.  And I will take back with me some dirt and cuttings from the trees to bring some of home to my new home.

The Not So City Witch

I was born in a small town, a rural farming community that was a place of refuge for the Czech immigrants who settled there in search of available land.  My family was one of those First Families, and I grew up surrounded by the ghosts of our history and on land where their bodies were buried.

And like all small towns, it's a good place to grow up, a good place to start a family, and a good place to die.  If you have any inkling towards a life other than that, well, it can be a difficult place.  Not impossible, mind or even outright hostile.  Just...difficult.

After twenty-seven years, it's been nice to be away from it for the first time ever.  But three months in Houston have shown me things about home that I couldn't see clearly before.  There was no crime beyond parking tickets.  There was no noise aside from the train that runs through the center of town.  There were neighbors who upheld the most basic of human manners and social politeness.  How funny that of all the things to miss, and there are many, that I would miss the silence that for much of my life was a deafening roar.

So when I find myself pissed off because the people who live around us are blasting their music and being generally obnoxious, I comfort myself with the memory of that silence.  And scratch their apartment numbers on candles and renounce the hour of their conception...but that's another story.

But the city, in trade, has opened up possibilities that just weren't imaginable before and that is worth the price of admission and goofer dust.

Shaking Off The Cobwebs

Dear Heart, 


Stop redecorating your blog and write!


Love,
Pax


When Pax bekons.....one must respond!

I confess I've been remiss in posting actual content for awhile.  I've been ignoring facebook, but having a lot fun on Twitter.  Lately, if I can't say it in 140 characters, I don't feel like saying it, and I'm usually such a chatterbox.

We're in our second month here in Houston.  For me, there's definitely been a period of adjustment from living in a small rural community to being here in The Big City.  Noisy neighbors and Houston's traffic are going to take some getting used to.

On New Years Eve I did a tarot reading for the coming year.  Knowing how much change and adjustment this new adventure would bring, I wanted a month by month forecast of things to look forward to or avoid.  January's card, appropriately enough, was The Hermit, seeking out something new.  February's card was all about tempering reality with your dreams and finding the joy in that balance.

That's absolutely where I'm at now.

With the coming Equinox, it's time to start planting seeds: stable employment, enjoyable social life, approaching the coven and asking for training, possible lovers.  The fire that's been tended from Midwinter to Candlemas to now is ready to heat up my intentions.

Today is for cleaning the house and washing down my altar and its tools.  New offerings and incense will be made for my Gods, whom aside from a few furtive prayers along the way, I have shamefully been under adoring.  But if anyone knows what it's like to just need a few minutes to recoup, it's Herself.

I hope the coming Spring finds you all well and basking in your amazingness.

Sybil Leek on Kreskin

I seem to have moved on from bitching about silly people to finding rare old occult clips on the interwebs and sharing them with people I think might enjoy them.

I really love me some Sybil Leek.  I bet she was a hoot to have at parties and enjoy a nice bit of gossip with.  According to bios of read of her, she settled in Houston for a time and opened a restaurant here.  Finding the former location of that would be a fun field trip now that we're settled in a bit.

Scavenger hunt, anyone?

Phew!

It's done.  Co-Witch Aithne and I are all moved in and official citizens of the great city of Houston.

It wasn't awful.  It certainly could have been worse.  There was no crying, no fighting, no drinking, and only a normal amount of "Fuck's" being yelled at inanimate objects.

But there is nothing nice about moving.  No amount of grounding is going to make that Ugly Motherfucking Piece Of Shit couch any easier to get up a flight of stairs.  But thanks to the wonderful and amazing Chase, we got it done.  He's my hero for life.

But it's done.  And our home looks really damn cute.  There's even space enough for us to have an entire closet dedicated to magical supplies.

As a moving in present to myself. I finally purchased the gorgeous brass stag candle holder from The Blue Hand that I've had my eyes on for over a year now.  He lived in a small corner upstairs, neatly tucked away from sight unless you were really paying attention.  Sources tell me he's sat there for decades.

When Aithne and I entered the shop, he was right there by the cash register, the first thing you see when you walk in.  

I am officially the happiest Witch ever!

The Power Of The Witch - British Witchcraft documentary, 1971

New Years Eve Prezzies Of Doom!