When things do not go as expected…August 28, 2019

Signature Tree.jpg     deer

The plan for today was to go to yoga, listen to an audible book on the way to and from yoga,  come back to the cabin, have breakfast, work for a bit, do a few health and life coaching lessons, work some more, fix dinner ( had no idea what to fix) and after dinner dishes get some writing in.

We plan, the Gods and Goddess laugh. True.

My first client called five minutes after  their appointment time and asked, Did I have an appointment this morning? Yes, I replied. Client, I forgot to set a reminder and completely forgot, can I reschedule? Yes, I replied sighing.

The hubby says since you have a few free hours let’s go hiking. Why not I say. I need to go to the grocery store to pick up a couple items anyway. We drove to Cumberland Gap National Park (Tennessee) about thirty minutes away.

The path we chose was not a yellow brick road but a two mile mountain trail and began our hike. The weather was perfect. We met and conversed briefly with others enjoying their day in the same manner as us. It was so nice to be out in nature.

Midway through the hike I received a text that my evening client needed to reschedule. Ok, I replied. Now we can take our time, and stop to smell the roses as the old saying goes.

Taking our time we came across a tree with dozens of carved signatures. I fondly named it the Signature Tree. Next we happened up on a deer in the small creek eating leaves from an over hanging tree. She was not afraid and allowed me to take pictures.

After the hike I made my stop at the grocery and Cabin bound we were. An early dinner of leftover chili solved the problem of what to fix. I think the lessons can wait until tomorrow.

An unplanned catnap is calling my name.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

#Magick #Unplanned #Unexpected #Mountains #CumberlandGapNationalPark #Hiking

Podcast Interview with Lyn and Paul Thurman at the Quiet Rebel Bureau

Quiet Rebel Bureau Interview With Jackie Frazier

To hear my podcast interview with Paul and Lyn Thurman go to:

Quiet Rebel Podcast: Episode 10

Today Lyn and I interviewed Jackie Frazier.
In addition to being courageous, inspiring, and an enchanting author, Jackie runs a massage therapy business in a small town in Kentucky.
Listen in to see how this amazing woman shares her magick smack dab in the American Bible Belt.

The Urban Shaman
Hello Traveller,
Today at the Quiet Rebel headquarters, Lyn and I interviewed one of my favourite writers. Her short stories grab your heart and move your soul.
It was the first time I interviewed her and I actually found myself a bit star struck. Before she got online I had tons of questions ready, then when I heard her voice I lost them.
You don’t want to miss this inspiring lady.


Thank you so much Paul and Lyn for the wonderful compliments and encouraging words.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

#QuietRebelBureau #PaulThurman #LynThurman #Magick




Time Flies…August 27, 2019

My, my where has the time gone? Summer is nearly over. For the past two days the weather here at the Cabin has been overcast and grey with a drizzly rain. The temperature has ranged in the high 60’s, mid 70’s. Very nice weather for our region at this time of the year.

Last week my husband and I took a few days to do some adventuring. We packed up the truck and boat and headed for a nearby lake. We set up our new Alaskan Guide tent that became our home for three days and two nights. Quite nice actually as it is tall enough to allow one to stand upright inside with lots of inside space.

This time we purchased cots and pads for sleeping as the air mattress has a tendency to deflate at some point in the middle of the night. The plus side is should it rain and enter the tent we are off the floor and do not have to worry about getting wet. Thankfully we were blessed with warm, sunny temps and no rain.

Our small grill and Dutch oven made some wonderful open fire meals. The fish were not biting so unfortunately there were no fish dinners. Can’t complain though, the beef stew from the Dutch oven was delicious.

We practically had the whole lake to ourselves. This is the advantage of being able to take adventures in the middle of the week while most people are at work or in school.

Today as I looked out over the pond from my writing area of the Cabin I did a podcast interview with Paul and Lyn Thurman from the Quiet Rebel Bureau. This was the first time I have ever participated in a verbal interview that other people would be listening to. I was nervous but really loved stepping out of my comfort zone to do it.

I can’t wait to see what my own voice sounds like…hahaha.

I took a blogging course from Lyn back in 2018, wrote a story for their book Monday Morning Soul Missives (Amazon) and have been invited to write for the Mystic Rebel magazine, a new FREE quarterly e-magazine to awaken your spirit and stir your soul. It’s a collaboration between the Quiet Rebel Bureau, and Mystic River Lounge. Sign up for your subscription to the Mystic Rebel magazine on facebook… you won’t be disappointed.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

#MagickCabin #Cabin #Magick #Writing #QuietRebelBureau #LynThurman #PaulThurman #Podcast #MondayMorningSoulMissives #MysticRebelMagazine #Adventure #Camping #Lakes #OutdoorCooking #AlaskanGuideTent #MysticRiverLounge



A Message…June 17, 2019


This morning as I walked from the cabin down the drive way to work I met a visitor, a turtle. He was “moseying” (walk or move in a slow, leisurely manner) across the driveway. When I see an animal that is rare for me to see, I take it as a “sign” or a message from the universe.

Signs are different for each of us. Truly seeing a “sign” can be tricky. We often ask our self if this is truly a sign or not really.

How can you tell? Become still, silence your mind and heart. Listen, you will hear.  You will know.

I leaned down close to turtle, first to snap his picture, then to ask him where he was going so early in the morning and if he had a message for me. He tells me he is leaving his place of comfort, he is seeking new adventures.

He tells me that I should contemplate the projects (more classes…my husband tells me I should be a professional student lol) I am considering. He tells me to pay attention and to trust the process, stay on path and not to look for shortcuts to get me there faster. He tells me that slow and steady is the best way to reach my goals.

Like the turtle, I need to ground myself and my energy to Mother Earth and remain focused in the present while slowly moving toward the future.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick


#Magick #Cabin #MagickalCabin #Symbolism #Signs #TotemMedicine #Turtles





A Published Author…June 13, 2019

Soul Missive Book Cover.JPG   Soul Missive Back Cover

I may not have written the entire book, Monday Morning Soul Missives  (Lyn and Paul Thurman, Quiet Rebel Bureau) but I do have a story in the book ( my story is actually the first one in the book). This makes me a published author…YEAH ME!!!

Years ago as a teenager, I did have a couple stories in Grit magazine. Grit is a magazine that is  full of “inspiring stories, down to earth advice  and tips for living in rural America.” I also won ten dollars once for a published chili recipe.

I guess I have always enjoyed reading and writing, except when I had to read Shakespeare’s Othello and write a paper on it in school…ugh!

My interest in reading varies as does my authors.  My all time favorite book which I read around the age eleven is Green Mansions. It is based on  a 1904 novel, Green Mansions: A Romance of the Tropical Forest, by Argentinian-born author and naturalist William Henry Hudson [1841-1922).

Monday Morning Soul Missives is available on Amazon. Join myself and a couple dozen other authors and let us inspire, uplift and give hope to you.

Feel the Magick…See the Magick…Experience the Magick


#Writing #Monday Morning Soul Missives #Quiet Rebel Bureau #Inspire #Hope #Uplift #Paul Thurman #Lyn Thurman #Grit Magazine #Amazon


History, Adventure and Fun…June 2, 2019

Yesterday the Wheel turned to June. Soon the Summer Solstice will arrive (Friday, June 21 for my region) bringing us the longest day and the shortest night of the year. It is during this time of the year that lots of  vacations, swimming, cookouts, and camping occur. It is a time of enjoying the outdoors, the beauty of Mother Earth and the warmness of the sun as we spend time with family and friends.

Lots of different festivals and celebrations are taking place in different states and cities. Norman and I like to take day trips to the festivals that are within a couple hours of the cabin. We always seem to have an adventure while experiencing something new and meeting a new friend or two.

Yesterday (Saturday, June 1) we drove over into Tennessee to a Native American festival being held at Sycamore Shoals State Park. The celebrations  were awesome to say the least. My favorite was the performance of the Hoop Dance. The hoops are made and decorated by the dancer. The hoops (circles) symbolizes the never ending cycles of life, having no beginning and no end.  At the end when the hoops were interlocked into two orbs to represent the earth above and the earth below I could feel the spiritual connection so strongly.


The beat of the drums, the vibrations of the different rattles and the music of flutes  during the dances reaches out to your soul and holds on tight pulling you into the story of the dance being performed. The music remains in your heart, mind and soul long after the instruments have become silent.

A female elder was offering spiritual color readings which I couldn’t resist. She explained that she did not see auras but different spiritual colors associated with a person. The first color she discussed with me was the color purple that she saw. Purple is related to spiritual connection, consciousness and spiritual growth.

My second color was green. She asked me what type of work I did and I told her that I am a massage therapist who often incorporates healing touch into my sessions. She asked about my home and I told her about our magickal cabin, the nature colors and décor of the cabin. Then of course there is the outdoor connection with Mother Earth herself, the plants, animals and birds.

My third and final color was rose. Not only is rose associated with love, especially unconditional love it brings forth  compassion, honor and inspiration. I think she read my colors very well. She read Norman to but that is his story. Hugs were given and a new friend was made.

When we could no longer ignore the grumblings of our bellies we went by the food tent.  Traditional burgers, hot dogs, and tacos were being served. The twist and best part was that they were served using Indian fry bread instead of the usual buns and tortillas.

No traditional festival funnel cakes either. Hot Indian fry bread  with topping such as confectioner sugar, fresh sliced strawberries, chocolate, caramel and honey definitely took care of the sweet tooth.

The shade of a small grove of pine trees provided the perfect picnic spot to enjoy the delicious foods served on Indian fry bread. I couldn’t convince Norman that no one would care if we took a nap there in our cozy little spot.

With tummies full and celebrations over we returned content and happy to the cabin.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick


#Magick #Cabin #Native American #Cherokee #Sycamore Shoals State Park #Spiritual Colors #Hoop Dance #As Above So Below #Festivals #Celebrations #Indian Fry Bread #Music #Drums #Rattles #Flutes


Remembering…May 31, 2019

It was quiet at the cabin yesterday. The hubby was off helping a cousin with a building project and my work day didn’t start until later in the evening so it was just me, the stillness and the quiet that filled the cabin for most of the day.  I snacked on left over Cardamom Banana Walnut cake  and  enjoyed several brewed pots of delicious  hot, black coffee.

My thoughts swirled from one thing to another. Finally one thought lingered…what to fix for dinner. Sunday my husband (Norman) and I spent some time at a local flea market. Back several months ago I was talking to a lady in another country and mentioned a type of food that is very common here in Kentucky (USA) but she had never heard of it. So if any readers are wondering what in the heck a flea market is Wikipedia gives this definition…flea markets are a type of street market that provides space for vendors to sell previously owned merchandise, also fresh or canned produced and baked goods.

A nice, older gentleman whom Norman referred to as a horse trader because of his sales pitch and bargaining techniques had fresh garden produce for sale. We purchased cantaloupe, blueberries, new potatoes, snap peas and fresh corn on the cob. Everything except a few ears of corn had already been eaten.

I decided to use the remainder of the corn in yesterday’s dinner. I made “fried corn.” When I think of or fix fried corn I always think of my mom and grandmother. I drank more coffee as I “visited” with them.

Our visit took us back many years ago into the small  garden near our house. The moon was turning from our region to another, dawn faded and the sun greeted us with a beautiful, golden smile. We pulled the green, husked ears of corn from the tall stalks and placed them in the tubs beside us. Once the tubs were full we packed them to the front porch where more tubs were  waiting.

Settled into chairs with cane bottom seats we began to shuck the corn of it’s husk and silk. We talked, reminisced and planned as we worked. Once the husk and silk were removed we sliced thin layers of corn from the cob then we scraped the cob to get the last creamy, milky juice out of the cob.

After filling large dishpans with the corn we added water, salt, sugar, cooking oil and butter. Over medium heat we stirred constantly to keep the corn from sticking until the mixture started to bubble. Was I was stirring up spells way back then without even realizing it? The mixture was then removed from the heat and allowed to cool before being spooned into freezer containers and stored in the freezer to be enjoyed later in the cold winter months. A skillet of golden fried corn always brings a ray of sunshine and magick to the dinner table in any season.

I recall one year when during the cooking and cooling process I “sampled” so much fried corn that I “foundered” (ate to much…way to much) and had no desire to eat fried corn that winter.

It was great visiting with my mom and grandmother, dinner was great…especially the fried corn. A magickal day indeed.

Fried Corn.JPG

If there are any leftovers you can return the corn to a skillet and add 1/4-1/2 cup of water, over medium heat allow the corn to begin to bubble then sprinkle 1-2 tablespoons of cornmeal to thicken mixture. Remove from heat. Voilà…a new, tasty dish for your next dinner.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick


#Cabin #Magick #Cooking #FriedCorn #Remembering #SpiritualVisits #Ancestors