DAY 322: Witching Away In Skooliehomesteadville

Today was one of my dream days. From before sunrise to near midnight, I witched. 

I got up three hours earlier than normal to meditate as the sun rose somewhere behind the clouds. I am on day two of a morning ritual to manifest specific desires from a book I reviewed for Pagan Pages, “Good Morning Intentions: Sacred Rituals to Raise Your Vibration, Find Your Bliss and Stay Energized All Day.”  The book calls for making a forty-day commitment, minimum. While I have not formally committed to it, I did find myself ordering chia seeds and almond milk so I could continue to make the nourishing recipe called for at the end of the practice. That was even before I got indications that what I focused on yesterday was already coming toward me.

I finished the first draft of the book review, journaled, and pulled together items for a Yule spell I am offering to the community as part of a larger celebration. If you would like to follow along, you, too, can make a releasing bundle to throw in the Yule fire. On a square of cotton or other natural material, place a pinch of as many of these herbs are you are called to use: lavender, rosemary, holly leaves, white sage and tobacco. I also had incense for the intention of letting go, and another for needed change that I also considered appropriate to include. Then, on tiny strips of paper, write those things you wish to release before beginning a new solar year. It could be a habit, a feeling, an addiction, a false belief, toxic people, stress, old patterns or limitations. Roll up or fold them and add to the herbs. Bring the ends up and tie with a natural fiber. With intention, offer it to the fire. You might also consider an offering to the fire for the alchemy of taking the tattered aspects of our life and transforming them so that wonderful things are born from it in the new year.

I watched a couple episodes of “Merlin”; listened to rain on the roof; did a tarot reading; gave two short reiki sessions; and gleefully gifted an emerging kitchen witch with a long bamboo spoon, a book and the rock from my altar with the words “witch’s brew” carved into it – and the news his column was accepted for publication in Pagan Pages.

Late this afternoon were cups of tea (chamomile, mugwort and lavender) and conversation as Pyewacket, after being shown the water bottle, allowed three people on the bus at the same time. 

This witch also had to scoop the litter box, take out garbage, cook, and wash dishes, but the gratitude of living my dream on Karma made them a joy.