Hello again! It's nearly October and I haven't posted anything here since early Summer. What else is new? I solemnly swear that my hands haven't been idle, they just haven't been anywhere near the keyboard.
What have I been up to since May?
I attended the DFW Pagan Unity Fest. I promised myself that I would get out more often in spite of the heat, bugs and sunlight.
Midsummer came and went without a lot of fanfare. I've always liked the four cross-quarter days a lot more.
Lammas was celebrated with gusto! Mostly that meant whipping up some biscuit dough and baking a mellman for the ritual proper. I made biscuits from the leftovers and those were served to the family with strawberry jam and strong coffee.
I jumped on the Bullet Journal bandwagon back in July. What I first dismissed as some sort of hipster thing has really helped me feel less overwhelmed. I've been keeping a mundane journal for the last year, and I started a journal for woo stuff. I confess that …
It all began as a fairly normal Summer Solstice morning. I was off from my job and was able to greet the rising sun with a nice cup of chamomile tea. This being Texas there were also many mosquitoes who enjoyed my tea and several gallons of my blood.
I went inside and took a relaxing shower with a cleansing herbal bath scrub and rose scented soap. I applied tea tree oil to many mosquito bites and made my way into my ritual space. Normally my altar lives on my dresser, which is also where I store my magical supplies. For the occasion I had set the altar up on my coffee table, filled a large cauldron with water and flowers, positioned the quarter candles, and made a circle of rose petals.
If I had taken a picture I would share it with you. Trust and believe when I tell you that it was pretty and I had really outgayed myself. I was staging the Solstice ritual out of the Farrar's Witches Bible. I was originally going to go with something simple and heartfelt but decided on high theate…
In the mad rush of preparation, cleaning, and cooking for Thanksgiving I've made sure to make time for Craft work to keep myself sane and focused. I may have also worked a "No Bullshit Allowed" spell to keep family drama to a minimum, but that's another story for another time.
I'm observing all three nights of the Full Moon, spending formal and informal time honoring the Queen of Witches. My altar is red - red with wine and fire and reddened bones. Last night I rubbed myself down with Full of the Moon oil and spent some time Moonbathing after my formal working. I experienced a sensation that felt like I was lifting out of myself and gliding along a cord that ran through me and connected me to the moon. My initial thought was "This is cool!" followed by "Holy fuck, I'm going to fall!" which meant the end of that little experience.
I slipped into bed, the sweet smell of the oil and incense carrying me off into sleep. This was what I dreamt: