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Memorial meditation

Published May 29, 2017 by Lunapo

I’m constantly amazed by what is within my little Witchlette. She takes in the whole world around her and feeds back this wonderful energy that’s on a whole other plane.

It’s really hard to remember sometimes that she isn’t even 4 yet. 

A few days ago, we were discussing this past weekend and Hubby and I having no work on Monday. She asked why and we told her it’s Memorial Day. What’s that?

Do you remember we told you the story about Grandpa C? How he turned off the light house so the boat couldn’t get to the beach and hurt the people living there? Well, Memorial Day is a day to remember all of the soldiers, the people like Grandpa C. 

(Yes, I know it’s more than that, but again she’s 3 and I would like to protect her from the ugliness of war for as long as I can.)

Tonight at dinner, she stops half way through and demands that Hubby and I close our eyes. She then leads a memorial prayer for Grandpa C and all the other soldiers. It wasn’t long, but established a moment of silence between honoring those who did give everything and just being awe struck by this little girl who is able to take it all in and share these parts of her soul. 

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Published May 22, 2017 by Lunapo

I have been filled with many blessings. Family, friends, health. 

I hold my path very high in importance. It’s a defining part of who I am. “Hockey loving wife and mother, Celtic Heathen Kitchen Witch.”

I am blessed to share my path with my Little Witches, and that they take a genuine interest in Magick. 

Witchlette has had her eye on some water which was blessed not too long ago. She wanted to use it for gardening, for cooking, for bathing her turtles. Yesterday, she and Witchling (mostly Witchling) “harvested” rose petals from the bush at the front of the house. Witchlette, knowing they’re a Magickal ingredient, decided to keep them. Today, after school, she took them into the bathroom, surrounded them with water and happily splashes in rose water for about 20 minutes. Upon emerging, she beamed and said, “I have my own blessed water! I blessed the water with the rose petals!” 

I was in awe and overjoyed and bursting with pride. 

A beat kater, in inquired how she blessed it, what she said. 

“I hope all your birthday wishes come true.”

Be still me heart. 

They just did little one. They just did. 

Morning blessings

Published May 11, 2017 by Lunapo

Each morning, in the car on the way to our endeavors, we sing the morning blessing song. I have been saying, “Shall we start in the North?” and between each verse, change direction, “To the East/South/West/Center.”

Presently,  as we back out of the driveway and begin to turn up the street, Witchling asks, “Start North?”

I have been giving the Little Witches ideas between representations (trees, breeze, flame, lake), animals (deer, eagle, lion, dolphin), and mythological creatures.

Witchlette typically chooses mythological creatures. Dark elves and gnomes for Earth; Witchling likes calling for ‘chauns (Leprechauns). Air gets light elves and faeries. Pheonix, dragons, griffins, and sphinx for Fire. Undines, mermaids, and sprites for Water.

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Earth

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Air

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Fire

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Water

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning Divinity

Good morning Life

Good morning Spirit

It’s good to see you today!

This morning, which Witchlette specifically asked if it was Thor’s day, Hubby drove the kids to pre-school. Witchling was too excited about taking “Jeep school! Jeep school!” to request the morning blessing song from Hubby. I am curious if he would ask for it from Hubby in his car versus his Jeep.

Confirmation bias

Published May 10, 2017 by Lunapo

Keeping this blog has been a blessing in so many ways. It has allowed an outlet for some really dark days and a place to share some really light and happy moments. It’s also been an electronic journal that lets me document and relive my own personal history. I am open, honest, and truthful here because the main point of writing is for myself- to learn and grow and continue flourishing.

There is one piece on this blog, however, that isn’t honest and truthful because I was lying to myself at the point of writing it. And I have been lying to myself for the past few months. I allowed myself to verbalize the truth to some special people Magickal things started happening all around me.

But lets take a step back and review some history.

In August 2013, someone spoke to me in a night while I was struggling with nursing Witchlette. She was but a month and a half old and we had a tough night. A female voice, whom I later attributed to Frigg, came to me that night and calmed both Witchlette and I and I had successful nursing situations with Witchlette for the remainder of her nursing sessions as well as successful nursing sessions more often than not with Witchling.

Two years later, as I am ebbing and flowing through all sorts of emotions and life transitions, with everything waning and just going through the motions, I was given a gift in the form of a feather which, with basic research and meditation, I attributed to a being from Frigg.

The following February, at a private Full Moon rite, S wrote a very powerful moon ritual which invoked Brigid, gave me a powerful message, “She has another name. Find her other name, and left me that night and all the next day with my crown chakra tingling. 

The same feeling, looking back, I had when I affirmed Frigg had come to me that night with Witchlette. 

The same feeling, looking back, I had when I found the feather. 

Everything came back to Frigg. Everything. 

So that tingling feeling I had that night. The message of Brigid having another name. I affirmed at that moment it wasn’t Frigg because that would be too obvious. That would be my insticts creating what I want to believe, not what truly is there. That would be Confirmation Bias: I believe only which reinforces what I already believe. 

I fought against it so hard. I read and researched and found my “answer“. Brigid and Sif both are related to the Rowan tree. That was enough for me to state. 

And I’ve been struggling to connect ever since. With anything and anyone. 

Because I was given this awesome gift and I fought against it, lying to everyone including myself. 

One Friday in April, after discussing my frustration of only being on this Nordic journey for a few years and already being out of Asynjur material, I was given the name of a few books, including Norse Goddess Magic: Trancework, Mythology, and Ritual by Alice Karlsdottir.  It is a testament to the lack of resources of Northern goddesses and a way to connect with them personally through individual meditative work. 

Pages 72 and 73 include relations between Brigid and Frigg. Brigid has many commonalities with Holda, who is openly considered to be another facet of Frigg. Of many of Brigid’s oversights, childbirth and prophecy are included. She, like Frigg, is a goddess of the homestead. Imbolc, Brigid’s feast day in early February, corresponds with a time also sacred to Frigg/Holda. The woman of the house would welcome Goa (the second month, returning light) in only her shift and would host a feast for all women on the farm. If women danced at this feast, their flax would thrive. The flax was spun into thread to later be woven. Holda/Frigg first bore flax to the people, teaching them how to sow, reap, and spin. Spinning is one of the tasks which is prohibited in traditional Brigid-centric Imbolc celebrations.  

That’s a whole lot more than a coincidental tree. 

I made this statement aloud Monday night. As soon as I made the statement aloud, my crown chakra tingled. Tuesday, on my way home with my kids, I passed a falcon that seemed to watch us as we drove by, whose underfeathers match the feather I found in my car gifted from Frigg. And my crown chakra was on fire. 

The night with Witchlette at 1 1/2 months old. 

The feather. 

The moon. 

I have been drafted and I am on Team Frigg. Full and wholly Team Frigg. 

Beltane blessings

Published May 1, 2017 by Lunapo

Camping was had!

Behind our tent was a lovely little Grove where Witchlette and I had a small morning ritual Saturday morning before the activities began. 

Our view up

This photo feels rather disingenuous since this is 10 feet into the hiking trail and is as far as we got as a foursome.

Hubby went about his trail competition and the Littles and I hung around the campsite. Witchling napped and Witchlette rested, then we did a nature scavenger hunt. 

Witchling found this “flutterflyby”

Saturday night, a fire was had and we walked in circles around the campfire waving our ribboned bellsticks and chanting “Welcome warm woodland spirits! Blessed summer finding!” The four of us went around three times, then the kids of one of the neighbor camps each took a stick and we did the chant again. After, we all roasted marshmallows and made smores. 

Sunday, we attempted hiking again, but Witchlette still wasn’t having any of it. The kids chose instead to play in the fire pit from the night before. 

Pictured: the Littles fire pit ash aftermath

Monday evening, we lit our meal blessing candle, which is presently our Sabbat candle because I have to get more candles in general, and we lit our Moon candle to discuss Beltane. We talked about the Wheel of the Year and how Beltane is opposite Samhain. I shared with everyone that these two points is when the veil that separates our world and the Eather is the thinnest. At Samhain, we can communicate with our loved ones who have died and gone to the Eather. At Beltane, it’s a great time for spirits who are coming out of the Eather and looking to be born. We talked about fertility, which means to be born or to grow and we listed all of the things just starting to grow: the baby goats at the farm, the roses on our bush, the leaves on our tree, the robins will soon set up nests and have eggs, sheep and cows and pigs and babies all come out of the Eather and get born. All of the pollen all around means that it’s time for plants to grow. 

Stone of Destiny mentioned in his post today how Beltane is becoming a sexless fertility rite. My Littles are still too young for the mechanical details, but they do get the fertility part!

Beltane blessings! 

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