The vending machine pitfall

I have been trying, though I can’t honest say with all my might, to avoid the vending machine pitfall. 

To ask and ask and ask of the gods and give nothing in return. 

To not honor Gebo. 

To get a gift, you must give a gift. 

Time and dedication to the gods each morning is one form of Gebo. 

Even the term vending machine gods is a misnomer. Something is given to the vending machine. Money is exchanged for goods. But to perform rites and rituals to ask and not perform rites and rituals simply to honor, to not give Libations during said rituals…one has to put in time and effort to establish a relationship with people, animals, and deities. 

The last three days, I have planned on waking early enough to do yoga, and perform and ritual for Frigg before Witchling arose and needed to be taken to the potty. The last three days, Witchling has arisen before my alarm and needed to get to potty before I had a chance to say anything. This morning was particularly rough on him. After waking at 5 with a full and uncomfortable bladder, I put him on the potty and then set him back to bed. About 10 minutes later, he was up again as his paci was under his pillow. Another 15 minutes and his noise machine had timed off. 30 minutes later, it’s now 5:50, the noise machine has timed off again. With both of us exhausted, I scooped him up and brought him to bed with me. Witchling snuggled in and was snoring before my head was on the pillow. Hubby’s alarm went off at 6:00 and he went about his morning. I silently dedicated the duties of the day, this time with my Littles, to Frigg. About 6:20 Witchlette came in and rested with us before bringing her toothbrush and toothpaste downstairs to get Hubby’s help. 

Witchling arose on his own, refreshed and ready to take on the world at 7:00. Without that extra hour of rest for him, this day wouldn’t have been smooth. Through this dedication of the day, I was able to put forth some Gebo. I got crown chakra tingles then and I’m getting them now as I write this. 

Give and ye shall receive. 

Versus hurts them more than us

I was scrolling through the interwebs and I came across an image where a church declared Neil deGrasse Tyson is an “Agent of Satan”. 

I have not been shy about my love for NgT not for my feeling that science is spirituality and the two are the same. If I had to name a profit for my beliefs, it would be Sagan and Tyson. 

I got defensive. My initial post was going to be ugly. 

But then I remembered something very important. 

They are the same. 

They need each other. 

We, humanity, needs both of them to work in conjunction. 

A small find

Today Hubby was accompanied by Witchlette to the craft store. While there, Witchlette, still on a kick from Litha, saw Fae houses on sale and insisted on getting one for the Fae friends who share our dwelling. 

On the mantle between the insence holder and the smudge bowl

Wheels are turning to make a whole little sanctuary for them…

Continuing growing

I’d say I’ve been rather successful as a first time potted plant grower. 

Witchlette’s Easter basket gifts of grow kits have exploded. 



A few of the watermelon blossoms

A row of carrots

Tiny garden beans

Some things I would do differently:

  • Put plants into bigger pots to begin with, now that I understand the spacing for root structures. 
  • Learn more about what plants need as far as sun and shade. This is quite foreign to me. The potato plant died almost as soon as it was moved to the back patio and I’ve killed two batches of basil plants. It may have also been the heat they were exposed to in conjunction with the extremely hot afternoon sun which the front of the house gets. 

My ultimate goal is to have a full garden to grow some fruits and veggies to supplement our usual intake. This was, for me, a successful year and has been a good start to many more years of growing in my gardening skills? <Wink wink garden pun>