A Visit with Lily

Stretching and yawning I pour my morning coffee, black and strong. Oohing and aahing over the tantalizing aroma arising from the cup, I step barefoot onto the dew-covered deck. Taking in the coos of the mourning doves and the clucking of the chickens I let my mind drift to my to do list of the day.

A Glimpse

A flash of white crosses my peripheral vision. I look up from admiring the sunflowers growing next to the deck and see Lily. Lily and her husband Boss occupy the property adjacent to our small backyard.

Forgetting my to do list, I wave and motion to Lily to come over for a visit. Lily doesn’t get out much so a visit will be nice. I enjoy Lily’s rare visits tremendously; she seems to enjoy my company as well.

Tea

I know from previous visits that Lily prefers tea over coffee. Lily turns and begins to walk softly toward the house. As she is making her way I return to the kitchen and pull out a small decorative canister of Mugwort tea, Lily’s favorite. I set the water on the stove to heat.

Turning to the tall kitchen hutch I remove a treasured heirloom tea set that had once belonged to my great grandmother. Tea with Lily is as special as the tea set. I know my great grandmother is smiling with approval from the heavens above seeing that the tea set is being used.

Steam begins to rise off the water as Lily quietly enters the kitchen door. I thank her for coming. I beckon her to sit as I add the Mugwort and water to the teapot to steep. After sitting the teapot and cups on the table I pull out a jar of honey recently harvested from our beehives.

Lily loves honey.

Conversation

I tell Lily that my husband has been gone for several days to help our youngest daughter on a home improvement project. I mention that the house sure has been quiet with him gone. She laughs softly.

Everything Lily does is done softly. She is so graceful and beautiful.

Lily divulges that Boss too is gone, but only for the day. He is out visiting family and friends. He had wanted her to accompany him, but she had preferred not to go.

Husbands

Lily and I have never talked in depth about our husbands. I know very little about Boss or their relationship. Most of our talks have been about the weather, the cooing birds that we share, herbs and the different seasons.

I have noticed that each time Lily says Boss’s name a dreamy look comes over her face. I pour the tea into the cups and offer the jar of honey to Lily. After the first sip of tea Lily begins her story of how her and Boss met. I remain quiet as Lily ponders what to share.

Lily’s Childhood

My mother left my father, three brothers and myself when I was only six years old Lily says in a trembling voice. My brothers were older. They were ten, twelve and sixteen. They were big enough to care for themselves. I was not.

My father worked long, hard hours in a coalmine. He knew that he could not be there for me during the week and did not trust my brothers to care for me. There was no one else, no family, no close neighbors. He made a hard, heart wrenching decision. He talked to the head mistress at the orphanage in the next town.

The orphanage agreed to let me stay there during the week. I would have to work to earn my room and board by helping with the babies. I also had to lend a hand with washing the dirty dishes and sweeping the floors.

My father made a weekly donation of one dollar to the orphanage, this guaranteed that I would never be adopted out. My dad promised me and the head mistress that it was only temporary until he could figure out a way to take me home.

Family Visits

My heart was breaking, I wanted to cry so bad the first time my dad and brothers walked away from the orphanage leaving me behind. Before leaving my father promised that nothing short of death would keep him from coming to get me every Saturday.

Each Saturday I would be up and dressed before the sun rose. I knew that as soon as breakfast was over, and the dishes were washed that my dad and brothers would be walking up the dirt path.

As soon as I would catch a glimpse of them my eyes would grow big, my heart would beat so fast and I would be grinning like a Cheshire cat as tears of happiness slipped from my eyes. My father, brothers and I would all have arms outstretched as we ran toward each other.

My father was a handsome man with red hair, freckles and green eyes.

Sunday evening were hard for all five of us. Five hearts would be breaking, tears wanted to flow down five sad faces, but we all pasted smiles on our faces. We knew that it wasn’t forever, but it was time for me to return to the orphanage.

Time Marches On

I had been at the orphanage nearly a year when my father came for his weekly visit with a lady walking by his side. No, it was not my mother. She was beautiful. She hugged me and handed me a bag of peppermint sticks. I had just met my new mother.

Wedding Bells

During my father’s wedding I met him…Boss. He was at the table where the wedding cake was. I watch as he glanced around, thinking no one was watching. He stuck his finger into the cake icing and then into his mouth. He looked up and saw me watching him. Grinning mischievously, he pressed his finger to his mouth as a sign not to tell. I grinned and he knew I would keep his secret.

After the I do’s and cake the dancing began. I had never danced with anyone other than my father and brothers. Gathering seven years of courage I marched right up to Boss and asked him to dance. At fifteen, he was eight years older than me and could have told me no that I was just a baby, but he did not. He took my hand and together we danced and giggled.

I looked into his green eyes and told him I was going to marry him some day. The blush ran from the roots of his red hair and made his freckles even more noticeable.

Home Sweet Home

With a new mom to look after me I was able to leave the orphanage and return home. It felt so good to be back with my father and brothers. My new mom was kind and sweet. She loved having a daughter and I loved having a mother. It felt so good to be home permanently.

Growing Up

Over the years I watched my mom intently. She taught me many things.  I wanted to be just like her when I became a wife and mother. When I married Boss.

I discovered that Boss was my oldest brothers’ friend. Boss was at our house almost as much as my brothers were. I was in love with him, he treated me like a little sister. Just as I had to have patience while staying at the orphanage, I would have to have patience with Boss until he saw me in a different light.

Love Finds Boss

My patience paid off. I had just celebrated my sixteenth birthday when I noticed that Boss was looking at me like I looked at him. Cupid had finally let his arrow fly.

Our courtship was short. We both knew that we were meant for each other. Our parents gave us their blessings. We planned a Valentine wedding.

My Wedding

Finally, February arrived, and we were ready for our wedding day. I would wear my mother’s wedding dress and Boss would wear his father’s black suit. My wedding ring would be his grandmothers ruby ring. She had left the ring to him just for this occasion.

Standing in front of the preacher with family and friends behind us I was so happy that I thought my heart was going to burst. I kept looking down to make sure my feet were on the floor.

The preacher was taking his slow, sweet time getting to the I DO part of the ceremony. Finally, the moment we had waited for arrived. We were pronounced husband and wife.

We ran through a shower of rice toward the car that would whisk us away to our new life together. Silvery, glistening flakes of snow fell covering the ground in a blanket of white. It was a beautiful, magickal time as we drove toward our future. A life of happy ever after.

Our Forever Home

A memory of a slippery skid and a crash flashed through my mind just before I woke up in a tiny white room. Was it a room? Boss was not beside me. There was no light. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. I was frightened and scared. I called and called for Boss, for my father, my mother, my brothers but no one answered.

I closed my eyes. Soon I heard a muffled sound. It was Boss, he was calling my name. Where was he? I tried to answer him, but he couldn’t hear me. I must have slept, for how long I do not know.

When I awoke, I was sitting next to Boss under a canopy of snow-covered trees still in our wedding attire. Crying, I kissed him hard and hugged him tight. During the hug I saw it, the double cemetery stone baring our names and our wedding date.

Tea Party is Over

The tea pot is empty. Lily says she must leave, Boss will be back soon. He will worry if she is not there when he returns. Lily knows that their love will keep them side by side for eternity.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Forever #Forever Love #Eternity #Love #Love Story #Ghost #Ghostly Visits #Magick #Tea #Mugwort #Cemetery

What my Soul Wants Me To Know…January 13, 2020

Light.jpg

This week’s card (Denise Soul Coaching Oracle cards) is Light. Affirmation…My light radiates through my life and the world around me.

Looking at this card, I see a blue sky, green hill, golden sun and a lady on a ladder reaching for the sun.

My soul wants me to know that it is my time to shine while remembering who I am and where I came from and never to be ashamed.

The light also tells me to look into the darkness at things stored and unused, things no longer wanted or needed, things that no longer serve my highest and best good. Clutter, whether it be physical, emotional, mental or spiritual if it doesn’t serve me then I need to let it go so that my light can shine.

My husband tells me that I need to “lighten up” and not be so serious. Guess I need to listen.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jachqi

#DeniseLinn #SoulCoaching #Oracle Cards #Magick #Light

 

Winter?…January 11, 2020

As I sit here today, the temperature reads 70 degrees and I have the door open as a fresh breeze blows through the Cabin while I compose my next story for the spring issue of Mystic Rebel Magazine. Last year at this time a wintry mix of snow and sleet was preparing to spread across our region during the afternoon and evening hours on January 11th. Big difference from then and now. Personally, I prefer today’s weather over last year’s.

Have a Blessed and Magickal Weekend Everyone.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Magick #Writing #MysticRebelMagazine

 

 

What My Soul Wants Me To Know Today…Jan 10, 2020

Adenture Oracle Card

(Denise Linn’s Soul Coaching Oracle Deck)

Today I drew the Adventure card, with the affirmation… Wonderful new experiences fill my life.

When I look at the card I see a blazing yellow sun with beaming rays sending its warmth and energy out into the world. I see green rolling hills with a path that never ends.

All I need to do to begin my adventure is to put my foot on the path and take the first step toward the adventure(s) that await me.

The first step can feel risky but without risk life can be dull and boring. Dull and boring leads to stagnation. Stagnation leads to deterioration and eventually death.

Adventure does not have to be grand or scary, but you do have to look for it and take that first step toward it. Adventure can be as small and as simple as taking a different route to work or saying hi to a stranger. That simple hi could lead to a new friend or a life long love.

Small adventures can lead to larger, grander adventures. Take the risk. Become an adventurer. Seek at least one adventure per day. No matter how small or grand the adventure is enjoy it to the fullest.

See the Magick…Feel the Magic…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#DeniseLinn # OracleCards #Adventure #Risk #Magick

What my Soul Wants Me To Know…Jan 9, 2020

awakening card

To become more attuned to what my Soul wants me to know in 2020, I am going to be working with Denise Linn’s Soul Coaching Oracle cards.

Today I drew the Awakening Card…

In the card I see a blue sky and white, fluffy clouds, a blue butterfly, a yellow flower, green hills and a smiling lady wearing a blue dress in a happy pose. The blue color of the sky, dress and butterfly are happy colors for me, the lady’s smile and pose tell me that she is happy.

The affirmation for the card is: I am joyously awake and aware and ready for anything.
What a great affirmation for the beginning of a new year.

This card wants me to know that it is time for me to come out of my fog and really wake up and be aware of what is happening around me…life (relationships, family, financial, hopes, dreams) career, spiritual walk.

To fully awaken my dormant, sluggish potential and power I need to “shake the tree”, wake up and take ownership of what is rightfully mine… my potential and my power.

Connecting with my spiritual vibrations and my higher self is the path I will need to take as my soul and spirit awaken.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Denise Linn #Soul #Soul Coaching

The Gingerbread Boy… October 31, 2019

I have given you parts of the story over the month of October. Now for the edited complete story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This story was written for and is dedicated to my beautiful, magickal granddaughter, Brianna Riley.

Nestled secluded in the deep magickal forest among the tall, deep, green pine trees sits a tiny picturesque cottage. The birds and animals of the forest come often to visit the cottage and the beautiful witch, Brianna who lives here. Brianna always has treats and stories for her feathered and furry visitors.

Brianna longs for a family of her own with lots and lots of children. No, Brianna does not want the children so that she can fatten and eat them. She is a kind and good witch. She loves children’s cute smiling faces, their sweet musical voices and laughter. Most of all Brianna loves the pureness of a child’s heart.

Summer was coming to an end. Brianna had been extra busy gathering herbs, toadstools and other items that she would need for her magick and spells during the cool autumn and cold winter months ahead. Brianna always thought of her forest friends and gathered extra during her forages to help them also through the barren months.
Now, it was time to treat herself for all the hard work she had done.

Gathering her favorite broom, Riley, her cloak and hat Brianna chanted the magick words that would allow her to fly through the night unseen. Guided by the light of the full moon Brianna giggled as she encouraged Riley to fly higher and higher.

Over the trees they flew, the stars shimmering above as Brianna and Riley flew to the town far, far away. A place were people, tall buildings, cars, bright lights and unfamiliar noises filled the night. Brianna had been to town before. She was filled with excitement, not fear. She knew exactly where she wanted to go…

Honed in on the destination Riley maneuvers Brianna through the starlit skies toward a tall, historic looking building. The architecture of the building is breath taking. It is beautiful. The contents inside the walls of the beautiful building is the treasure that Brianna longs to get her hands on.

As Riley and Brianna are closing in on the building Brianna begins to chant words that are familiar to Riley. Riley knows these words will magickly open the window through which he and Brianna will enter.

Riley stands in the corner next to the door ready to warn Brianna of intruders should any appear. Brianna claps her hands and dances with joy as she swirls amongst the shelves and shelves of treasures before her. Will she be able to pick just one?

Closing her eyes, she runs her fingers over the treasures while chanting eeny, meeny, miny, moe, a rhyme often used by children as a way of selecting someone or something. There under her pointed finger is her treasure…Pinocchio.

A fairy tale story of a wooden marionette, named Pinocchio, come to life. Geppetto, a woodcarver dreamed of having his own boy. He decided to make his dream come true by carving a boy from wood. Brianna’s heart pounds. She too wants her own child, but she is not a woodcarver and cannot carve a child from wood. She sighs and a tear slips from her eye.

Another story catches her eye, The Gingerbread Boy. Sitting on a bench she begins to read. The ideas in Brianna’s mind begin to swirl faster and faster. She can hardly wait to get home. Brianna’s musical chanting soon has her holding magickal reproductions of the treasured books in her hand as she flies out the ornate library window.

Back at the cottage settled in front of a warm, crackling fire sipping a steaming cup of special witches’ brew, Brianna reads her treasures once again. Gazing into the glowing fire Brianna decides that she will make her own boy just like Geppetto did.

Brianna does not want a hard, wooden boy. She wants a boy that will be sweet and soft….

Brianna jumps up and grabs her cauldron. In goes the ingredients that will bring her dream to life.

Gingerbread:
• 3 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 3/4 teaspoon ground ginger
• 1/2 teaspoon ground allspice
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 teaspoon freshly milled black pepper
• 8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature
• 1/4 cup vegetable shortening, at room temperature
• 1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
• 2/3 cup unsulfured molasses
• 1 large egg
• Sprinkles of love
• Sprinkles of Magick
• Royal Icing (recipe follows)
ROYAL ICING
1-pound (4 1/2 cups) confectioners’ sugar
2- tablespoons dried egg-white powder
6- tablespoons water

Following each ingredient Brianna sprinkles in generous amounts of love and magick. Stirring in a deosil direction sparks of magick bounce from the spoon into the dough, flowing not only from Brianna’s hand but from her heart. The ingredients are whisked to perfection. The inside of the cauldron begins to glow.

Brianna rolls and pats the gingerbread dough into shape and puts it into the oven. When the timer dings Brianna opens the oven door. There on the baking sheet is the cutest, sweetest, smelling gingerbread boy ever.
Removing the gingerbread boy from the oven Brianna sets the pan on the counter to cool. As the gingerbread boy cools, the love and magick begins to swirl bringing him to life.

The gingerbread boy pinches himself to see if he is truly alive. He is. A horrible thought enters his mind. A witch has brought him to life only to eat him. It is well known that witches like to eat little children. Oh no, not this gingerbread boy he gasps. He is alive, and he will not allow himself to be eaten.

The gingerbread boy jumps off the pan onto Brianna’s broom Riley. Riley is startled. In his startled state Riley flies right past Brianna with the gingerbread boy hanging on tight.
Through the open window they fly. Fly, fly you can’t catch me, I am the gingerbread boy and I can fly away from you.

Brianna jumps onto her spare broom but it is old and worn and does not fly as fast as Riley. In the distance she sees Riley and the gingerbread boy barely miss hitting Mr. Bear’s head.

Mr. Bear sniffs and grunts and grabs for the gingerbread boy. I smell the sweet, spicy goodness of a gingerbread boy. Fly to me gingerbread boy, I want to eat you.
No, no shouts the gingerbread boy. I am not for eating. I flew away from the witch and I can fly away from you shouts the gingerbread boy as he leaves Mr. Bear still sniffing and grunting.

Close, but not close enough to catch the gingerbread boy, Brianna sees him fly over Mr. Deer. The gingerbread boy barely misses being caught by Mr. Deer’s huge antlers. Mr. Deer sniffs and snorts. I smell the sweet, spicy goodness of a gingerbread boy. Fly to me gingerbread boy, I want to eat you.

No, no shouts the gingerbread boy. I am not for eating. I flew away from the witch and Mr. Bear and I can fly away from you shouts the gingerbread boy as he leaves Mr. Deer still sniffing and snorting.

Still just behind the gingerbread boy, Brianna sees him fly next to Mrs. Eagle. Spying the gingerbread boy Mrs. Eagle screeches as she smells the sweet, spicy goodness of a gingerbread boy and reaches out her talons. Wouldn’t he make a tasty treat for her tiny eaglets. Fly to me gingerbread boy so my tiny eaglets can eat you.

No, no shouts the gingerbread boy. I am not for eating. I flew away from the witch, Mr. Bear and Mr. Deer and I can fly away from you shouts the gingerbread boy as he leaves Mrs. Eagle still screeching.

Not able to catch up to the gingerbread boy Brianna cast a magickal spell on Riley. Riley and the gingerbread boy spiral to the ground landing next to a huge ant hill.
Oh, No! We all know that ants love sweet, spicy gingerbread boys. The gingerbread boy frantically looks around as the ants come marching up the broomstick toward him.

Closer, closer, closer and closer the ants come. The gingerbread boy is trembling. He shuts his eyes and prepares himself to be eaten.
Suddenly something grabs him, lifting him. He feels the wind as though he is flying again. Is he escaping the ants only to be eaten by Mrs. Eagle’s eaglets? To scared to open his eyes he waits and waits.

Suddenly he feels the earth beneath his feet. Still trembling he opens his eyes. There in front of him stands Brianna. She has finally caught him. He trembles even more as he waits once again to be eaten.

Gingerbread boy, why did you fly away from me Brianna ask? I do not want to eat you. I only want to love you…my sweet son.

Gingerbread Story Picture.jpg

(bing.com)

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Happy Halloween/Samhain,

Jahcqi

#Magick #Gingerbread Boy #Pinocchio #Halloween #Samhain #Love

#Gingerbread Recipe

 

 

 

The Gingerbread Boy…October 21, 2019

Part 4

Brianna jumps up and grabs her cauldron. In goes the ingredients that will bring her dream to life.

Gingerbread:

  • 3 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 3/4 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground allspice
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon freshly milled black pepper
  • 8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature
  • 1/4 cup vegetable shortening, at room temperature
  • 1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
  • 2/3 cup unsulfured molasses
  • 1 large egg
  • Sprinkles of love
  • Sprinkles of Magick
  • Royal Icing (recipe follows)

ROYAL ICING
1 pound (4 1/2 cups) confectioners’ sugar
2 tablespoons dried egg-white powder
6 tablespoons water

Following each ingredient Brianna sprinkles generous amounts of love and magick. Stirring in a deosil direction sparks of magick bounce from the spoon into the dough, flowing not only from Brianna’s hand but from her heart.The ingredients are whisked to perfection. The inside of the cauldron begins to glow.

Brianna rolls and pats the gingerbread dough into shape and puts it into the oven. When the timer dings Brianna opens the  oven door. There on the baking sheet is the cutest, sweetest smelling gingerbread boy ever.

Removing the gingerbread boy from the oven Brianna sets the pan on the counter to cool. As the gingerbread boy cools the love and magick begins to swirl bringing him to life.

Check back next week for the complete story…

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Gingerbread Boy #Magick #Recipe

 

 

The Gingerbread Boy…October 15, 2019

Part 3

Honed in on the destination Riley maneuveres Brianna through the starlit skies toward a tall, historic looking building. The architecture of the building is breathing taking. It is beautiful. The contents inside the walls of the beautiful building are the jewels that Brianna longs to get her hands on.

As Riley and Brianna are closing in on the building Brianna begins to chant words that are familiar to Riley. Riley knows these words will magickly open the windows through which he and Brianna will enter.

Riley stands in the corner next to the door ready to warn Brianna of intruders should any appear. Brianna claps her hands and dances with joy as she swirls amongst the shelves and shelves of treasures before her. Will she be able to pick just one?

Closing her eyes, she runs her fingers over the treasures while chanting eeny, meeny, miny, moe, a rhyme often used by children as a way of selecting someone or something. There under her pointed finger is her treasure…Pinocchio.

A fairy tale story of a wooden marionette named Pinocchio. Geppetto, a woodcarver dreamed of having his own boy. He decided to make his dream come true by carving a boy from wood. Brianna’s heart pounds. She too wants her own child, but she is not a woodcarver and can not carve a child from wood. She sighs and a tear slips from her eye.

Another story catches her eye, The Gingerbread Boy. Sitting on a bench she begins to read. The ideas in Brianna’s mind begin to swirl faster and faster. She can hardly wait to get home. Brianna’s musical chanting soon has her holding magickal reproductions of the treasured books in her hand as she flies out the ornate library windows.

Back at the cottage settled in front of a warm, crackling fire sipping a steaming cup of special witches brew Brianna reads her treasures once again. Gazing into the glowing fire Brianna decides that she will make her own boy just like Geppetto did.

Brianna does not want a hard, wooden boy. She wants a boy that will be sweet and soft….

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Magick #Pinocchio #The Gingerbread Boy #Witch #Books #Library

The Gingerbread Boy…October 7, 2019

Part 2…

Summer was coming to an end. Brianna had been extra busy gathering herbs, toadstools and other items that she would need for her magick and spells during the cool autumn and cold winter months ahead. Brianna always thought of her forest friends and  gathered extra during her forages to help them also through the barren months.

Now,  it was time to treat herself for all the hard work she had done. Gathering her favorite broom, Riley, her cloak and hat Brianna chanted the magick words that would allow her to fly through the night unseen. Guided by the light of the full moon Brianna giggled as she encouraged Riley to fly higher and higher.

Over the trees they flew, the stars shimmering above as Brianna and Riley flew to the town far, far a way. A place were people, tall buildings, cars, bright lights and unfamiliar noises filled the night. Brianna had been to town before. She was filled with excitement, not fear. She knew exactly where she wanted to go…

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Magick #Gingerbread

The Gingerbread Boy…October 1, 2019

Each week during October a part of the story will be revealed. Follow weekly to see what happens. Full story arrives on Halloween/Samhain 

Nestled secluded in the deep magickal forest among the tall, deep, green pine trees sat a tiny picturesque cottage. The birds and animals of the forest came often to visit the cottage and the beautiful witch, Brianna who lived there. Brianna always had treats and stories for her feathered and furry visitors.

Brianna longed for a family of her own with lots and lots of children. No, Brianna did not want the children so that she could fatten and eat them. She was a kind and good witch. She loved children’s cute smiling faces, their sweet musical voices and laughter. Most of all Brianna loved the pureness of a child’s heart.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#October #Witch #Gingerbread #Gingerbread Boy #Magick