|A safe place for a witch's hat|
The cards said it would be so in no uncertain terms as my solar year wheel reading indicated in June. It's sort of a comfort to have made a pattern of doing these sort of birthday magic rituals, because at the lowest and the bottom most part of the reading, I was able to go back and look at it to see where I was. I was able to shift what I saw enough to lessen the impact and even at one point soften the blow. The seas be choppy this round, choppy like I haven't seen in a long time.
|Upon the ancestor altar|
|Books read 2012|
After my vessel decided to toss me on my ass, I was quickly summoned to the cemetery by you know who for you know what and was greeted with a big fat WTF???! The days of sort of passed in an odd array of fast forward - slow motion action and I spent more time at a doctor's office than I ever want to. I noticed things like mushrooms springing up all along the places in the neighborhood. Cracks in sidewalks, rock gravel yards, and spongey well watered lawns all started becoming dotted with fungi. I don't remember seeing that the summer before.
November and December???? Thanks for asking. . . that was exactly where the cards said the depth of the darkness would lay in wait for me. There was no escaping this. This had to met in all of it's frightening ugly. Even here there were light beacons. As Christmas lights went up on the yards of my neighbors, I saw stars, reindeer, stags, and St. Nick side by Side with Mary Jesus and Joseph. There was a river with snow covered banks and a sleigh with bob tail horse. There was a merry snowman lit path with a snowflake star cape and deep jewel tone lights that spoke not of bright brassiness, but of deep and rich treasures to be found. One of the thoughts that was persistent in this light fest, was the fact that there were so many stags. They were every where. there were far more stag and doe displays than the year before that it struck me as odd. It even brought to mind a strange and urban shaman version of Ms. Dirty's spectral herd of deer. Ms. Dirty came to mind an awful lot just because of all the deer.
|Candle for Brigid|
January the seas were still choppy and brought disappointments and tragedy all at the same time, but I could tell that the personal storm was subsiding. however my vessel still challenged me with off and on cold/ allergic reaction or some weird cootie or another that produced coughing spells that lasted at least two weeks at a time. I have better get some DAMNED good abs out of this crap! Even Brigit rites were not safe from the cooties. Irritated the holy living hexes out of me because I had been doing pre possession work with Brigit was unable to actually do the full rite because I was cootie ridden and not in the best shape. Of course, She knew all about that and a suggestion was made: Maybe Brigit is not the right fit just right now. Yes she indeed is a healing goddess, but healing requires a nurturing space. It was suggested that maybe Mari is the one I should be preparing for. She is more of the Feri mother than Brigit is. Upon speaking with both of them, I am inclined to agree and have started to gear up for Beltane.
|Urban shaman shoes from the Auld Woman|
|Books I still need to read. . .|
the list is gonna get longer too.