What they want, they get

Confession time:

Our front room, second living space, dubbed “the library” because that was my childhood goal…

Our front room is the last room with boxes, and much of the boxes are stuff that needs to make it’s way to the crafting space upstairs, which is also a chaotic moving clusterfuck.

I lost my patience for getting to the library eventually and cleared the space out myself Friday.

Ahh…much better!

Ok, background for the next part…

A few times, I have put some of my alter totems into a cabinet as things were being cleaned, or as certain rituals were being conducted and during which the presence of other deities would have been distracting both visually and spiritually. There was a point when Tyr, Odin, Loki, and Heimdall were in the cabinet for two weeks. They were not happy. Odin was pissed. When I did the Full 13 moon, everyone but Frigg was cabinetted. Frigg has never been cabinetted.

Last week, two more pieces have arrived, in the form of Ullr and Eir.

(Some people collect mugs, I collect gods 🤷😊)

The altar is getting crowded. I have shelves which will [eventually] be hung and some of the totems will move there.

During meditation yesterday, Odin made it clear he does not want to be in my bedroom. He wants to live in the library.

Heimdall wants to be on the front table, by the door.

Eir wants to be able to see the kitchen. Respectfully, she doesn’t want to be in the kitchen, likely because that is already space dedicated to Frigg, but she wants to be close.

Tyr wants to be close to the dogs, and it feels weird moving him away from Loki. Like, he keeps Loki in check. Loki doesn’t want to be on my altar, but also hasn’t specified a space where he will land. I like him sandwiched between Thor and Tyr where he is presently.

Hubby has been on board with everything else so far, why not to having Gods move in around the house. He took to them having new homes around the house really well.


To rebuild

A few weeks ago, I first shared about our new neighbors.

Tragedy struck them during a strong storm, knocking their nest from its perch. I just recently noticed exactly how tragic…

When the nest toppled down, an egg came down with it and cracked upon the stoop below.

Sometimes, Nature seems cruel. It’s not. It just happens. Nature didn’t have a storm to kill off that baby bird. It just happened. No malice, just wind.

But, Nature, in all of its forms, has a way of fighting back. Today, I had the pleasure of reading Stone of Destiny’s post on the power of Nature in places where humanity believes it has control.

The wind is one aspect of Nature. Wildlife is another.

They find balance together.

They rebuild.

Today, I noticed, in the place of the original nest, a new nest sits.

To not be

We are more and more settled into our new home. Our forever home. Because I’m not moving again until we retire, and the kids have settled somewhere on their own. No rush, but it will eventually happen.

My hope is that they settle within a half an hour from each other. Even if that settlement is across the country. I want to be ready and available to each of them equally.

But I digress…

My goal was to have the kids’ rooms settled first, because they were disrupted and it wasn’t their choice. I wanted them to have a semblance of normalcy again. The fourth bedroom of the house is their playroom so that our whole house doesn’t become play storage. As we have been unpacking, I have had concerns that there’s too much. I spent days fretting over toys.

Where to put them. How to store them.

I forgot that toys are for play…for the kids and me. Toys bring joy.

Our kids have “too many” toys because they have people in their lives who love them.

I don’t want to be that mom who spends all of my time fretting over what the garden looks like that I forget to smell the roses.

Getting there

We are still moving in boxes.

We are still unpacking boxes.

My mom, with her abundance of patience, has back almost all of her sunroom where we have been storing the majority of our stuff.

Oh, Americans and their stuff.

🙋Guilty as charged

Today was very fruitful with the unpacking.

My bedroom has a small nook in the far front corner. As soon as I saw it, I knew it would be altar space. Hubby too. He also envisioned thinks he will make for me to assist in my new, actual altar space.

My altar is no longer an old tv stand pushed into the corner. It’s not an afterthought. It’s deliberately planned! It’s part of our design and decor choice.

It was constructed to be the tv entertainment unit space for the master bedroom, but this alternate use feels much better. Looks much better, too.

Well, it’s starting to anyway…

This morning was the first day in more than a month since I have done a morning yoga routine.

It feels great getting back to a real semblance of normalcy.


We been in the new house for a little over a week.

Today, our washer and dryer were delivered. Im running our first load in a while and the sense of normalcy is nice. We’re surrounded by boxes, most of them things that are deemed non-essentials and amung the first items to be packed, including lots of hanging decor. We want to have things settled and away before we start decorating, so we live around boxes.

About half of our stuff is still in boxes at Mom’s house. I brought home 9 (small) boxes Tuesday afternoon when I picked up the kids and will continue to do so until her house is empty. Next weekend, hubby and I will likely get a truckload out in his Jeep.

Around the house, things are settling in nicely. We’ve been dreaming of this house since the moment we saw it and it feels right that it’s now where we call home. Transitioning to my commute to work has been easy- I now take all back roads instead of the highway and the drive is a hair shorter. After work, I go to the same preschool near the old house to pick up the kids so the whole situation hasn’t changed. We didn’t see the fairness in taking Witchlette away from all her friends with only a few months left until she graduates Pre-K.

The kids have thoroughly enjoyed the house so far. They love the yard the most. In one of their many backyard adventures, they shared with me how they made a fire.

This morning, I found this:

This afternoon, Witchlette and I found the bulb which we blessed at charming of the plow.

It is now planted in the garden surrounding the deck in back.

We are now ready for Spring’s arrival next week!

30DOD: III- Background: Afterlife

From the reading and research I have done, I have found that Druidry is not concerned with the afterlife.

Druidry is focused on the now, the present. It’s not concerned with an afterlife because it’s not relevant to the current experience.

I think House sums it up best with his discussion of what the white light is that people with near death experiences:

Dr. Wilson: Do you think he was dead? Do you think those experiences were real?

Dr. House: Define real. They were real experiences. What they meant… Personally, I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see, visions, this patient saw. They’re all just chemical reactions that take place when the brain shuts down.

Dr. Foreman: You choose to believe that?

Dr. House: There’s no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life, I choose the outcome I find more comforting.

Dr. Cameron: You find it more comforting to believe that this is it?

Dr. House: I find it more comforting to believe that this isn’t simply a test.

This, life, isn’t a test. It’s life. This is what it’s all about. Because it’s better to enjoy every moment and be happy and also maybe have something next than to be so focused on the next that life isn’t really lived and then what you’ve been striving for isn’t there.

I have written about my own beliefs with death. I can see how they could be seen as Druid in nature. There is no looking to the future with some magical world waiting for us. The circumstances of the present energies transform.