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.

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Updates

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!

Bedtime life lessons

Mostly every night, Witchlette asks for Asguard stories before her lullaby. 

Tuesday night, she asked for me to read from her Asguard Stories Book the creation of man. 

This one

Within the three pages of the retelling of the lore, a handful of stanzas from The Havamal are included. 

This is one of them

I remember, pre kids, listening to Louis C. K. and how realistically he discusses being a parent. One in particular is about his daughter who sees wild ponies, is bitten by one, and looks up more information about why they bite to learn it happens all the time. Over the course of the conversation with his daughter, Louis lets slip that one day, she will die. This breaks her heart and her mind. She is 8-10 and just learned that people die. Classic loss of innocence moment. 

Witchlette isn’t going to have that. We don’t speak of death daily and it’s not something we obsess over, but it’s also not something we shy away from. I have never directly stated, “One day, you will die,” but we have discussed death and our version of an afterlife. What we talked about in years past actually lines up pretty closely with what was depicted in Moana, which we just saw this summer. 

She experienced death with my mom’s dog. She understands that plants die and the flowers we see the following spring are new. She understands animals and people die as a part of life, and that it’s just what happens. 

Maybe it’s the world view in which I was raised. Perhaps it’s just the way I’m wired, but I didn’t come to that conclusion until my late 20s. Death was something to be feared. 

Perhaps it’s still too far removed for her to really understand, but perhaps it’s her Pagan upbringing that is making things right. 

Eath Day musings

The web of life. All things are interconnected. All life is one. 

Scientific theory and spiritual ideals say the same. The Earth is alive. Call her Gaia, Jörd, Danu, Terra, Mother Nature, or any other name…She is alive. 

Whether you see her as this 

Or this 

Or this

One thing is clear. We are killing her. 

And in doing so, we are killing ourselves. 

Every person on ever country needs to live as if it matters. We all collectively need to do our part, if not for the good of all of the interconnected life, then selfishly for themselves. 

Humanity is literally burning her away until there’s nothing left. And when that comes, there will be nothing left. 

We have the power in our hands to fix it. 

A little death makes life more meaningful

Weeks ago, Witchlette asked me where babies come from. I smiled and told her, remember when Witchling was growing in my belly?

Slightly exasperated, she said, Before that, Mama.

Ok, well…I remembered back to what I discussed with my grandfather before he passed. He asked me what I believed happened after death. I shared with him what I call The Ether.

The Ether is a delightful place. It is a place of warmth, comfort, and love. It is a place where your spirit rests and recharges after death.

This is what I explained to Witchlette. The Ether is where your spirit is before you are born. When the baby is ready to grow in the mama’s belly, the daddy gives a seed to put into the mama’s egg. The spirit leaves The Ether and enters the baby. Then, the baby is born.

About a week ago, Witchlette experienced her first death. My mom had to say goodbye to her pup, who she has had since I went away to college and who the little Witches played with each week. I sat her down and reviewed our discussion of The Ether. I explained that that is a place where spirits are before they are born and it’s where they go back to after they have died. We talked about physical bodies breaking down due to illness and the physical body passing away while the spiritual body goes to The Ether. She took it all very well with an understanding far beyond her years.

Rest well Pup.

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The beauty in death

  
It has taken a long time, and has been a powerful, painful journey to get to this point. 

A friend of my mother’s passed earlier this year and I felt I could almost shrug it off. I felt as though I didn’t feel enough and I felt callous and cold towards those who are experimenting the death of a loved one. I feel for those who are left, who now have to learn how to live without their dear one in their lives. Especially in cases of the death of a parent when a child still has so much life left to live, or a parent who has to ever say goodbye to a child. But I do not feel sad for the one who has passed, the way that I used to. I do not feel sad for the fact that they have left this plane, for it is merely a transition. It is simply a part of life. 

  
When my Pops passed, I felt it deeply. It hurt. Not his death, exactly, for he had lived a long and full life. He had a goal, and he surpassed it by two generations. He hoped to live long enough to see his children fully grown. He actually lived long enough to see his oldest grandchildren fully grown and know two great-grandchildren, see pictures of a third. I never hurt for him. I hurt for myself and my family that we would never see him again. I felt pangs of jealousy that my cousin’s child, while very young, would have pictures to look back on and know that she knew her great-grandfather. Pops was ill and Witchlette was too young to risk being in that environment. Witchling wasn’t even a figment in our imaginations yet, and I felt pangs of jealousy when he first came home- he too would never know my Pops the way others did. But none of these hurts are about his death, they are about experiencing life with his absence. 

This brings about the hardest part of death. 

  
Let them go. 

Samhain is approaching and with it comes time with our beloved dead and time with our ancestors. They should be regularly remembered and celebrated. And that’s what’s great about Samhain- a time to recall the past without reliving it everyday. A one-night celebration without being trapped in what was. 

  
Think about the Cycle, or about Karma. When a bird is alive, it eats ants. When the bird has died, ants eat it. It’s all about balance. To have life, we must also have death. Without an end, we would not have drive and passion to guide us through life. Death is beautiful because it makes life worth living. 

  
Embrace Samhain night, enjoy time with your beloved dead. Then release them back from this mortal plane. Do not become trapped in the past. Let them go and continue to live.