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

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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

 

Mabon-Autumn Equinox…September 23, 2019

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Like the middle child, Mabon is now getting it’s time in the spotlight. The second of three Harvest Festivals, Mabon is enjoyed in the course of the Autumn Equinox. This is also the time of year recognized as the Witches Thanksgiving.

Mabon is a time for us to look back over the blessings of the months prior and forward to the third harvest yet to come. A time to accept the blessings of the vegetables, fruits, meats and grains that have nourished our bodies throughout the spring and summer months. A time to continue the harvest and prep for the winter months that will soon arrive.

On this Happy, Blessed Mabon let’s feast and gives thanks to Mother Earth, the sun, the rain, the wind, the bees and birds for the blessings and gifts they have bestowed upon each of us.

My Celebration

There are many ways to celebrate Mabon. Today’s Mabon celebration here at the cabin will be myself and my husband. We prefer our own private celebration in honor of all that we have received.  Later in the month we will share autumn celebration’s with family and friends.

Our celebration will consist of enjoying the fruits of our labor. As I type, I have dinner, a roast and root vegetables slow cooking in a Dutch oven, later cornbread will be made from the gritted grains of corn grown in the garden and sweet fried apple pies are already made and sit cooling on the counter. Can you smell the magick aroma that fills the cabin?

After dinner we will relax in front of a bonfire and contemplate our blessings, our successes, our prosperity and all the love that fills our cabin not only this blessed day but each and every day.

Happy, Blessed Mabon to each of you.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

#Mabon #Autumn Equinox #Blessings #Harvest Festivals

 

 

 

 

Celebration Getaway…September 21, 2019

       a couple of our neighbors hahah

    

My husband and I decided to pack a few clothes, a tent, sleeping cots, sleeping bags, hiking shoes, cast iron skillets, coffee pot and a cooler of food and go away for a few days as a late celebration my birthday and our wedding anniversary this week. The outdoors was calling. I always hate leaving the cabin alone and empty, but I tell her my plans and she understands.

Traveling and Camping 

We had not camped in the Smoky Mountains (North Carolina) since our children were small. It was decided that this is the direction we would take. We had used many campsites in the Smokies in the past but feeling adventurous we chose a campground that we had never used before, Balsam Mountain. Balsam Mountain Campground is located in remote area of Great Smoky Mountains.

We like tent camping and Balsam Mountain Campground was perfect. The 46 campsites in the campground are better for tents rather than trailers or motorhomes. We were at an elevation of 5,335 ft. The cool air and breezes were a welcome treat from the 80-90 degree temperatures that we left behind at the cabin.

Setting up Camp

We arrived late Monday afternoon . We soon had everything set up to be home for several days. A short hike around the campground before dinner led us to cross paths with several of our “neighbors.” Short greetings and conversations brought forth feelings and energies of connecting with others of like minds. Others who love nature and the outdoors as much as we do.

Activities

Backpacking, biking, bird watching, fishing, hiking Historic Sites, horseback riding,  photography, picnicking, stargazing, walking trails and wildlife viewing provided plenty for us to do. We were not looking to be tourist but did to choose to ride off the mountain one day to Cherokee, NC to the Oconaluftee Visitor Center. ”

Oconaluftee

Oconaluftee (a Cherokee name meaning by the river) “is the name of a river valley in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina, located in the Southeastern United States. Formerly the site of a Cherokee village and Appalachian community.” (Wikipedia). The visitor center  also host the Mountain Farm Museum. The museum is an assortment of historic log buildings collected from throughout the Smoky Mountains and brought to the visitor center to be preserved on a single site. The buildings include a house, barn, apple house, springhouse, and smoke house, all structures that most farmers would have used on a daily basis in years past.

We walked the old farm grounds looking at the old, well used cabins, gardens, barns and out buildings portraying the life style of years past. My husband had grown up on a farm as a young boy and was quite familiar with these structures and their uses.

The River

As we walked farther from the farm area we emerged on a trail that took us along the river. We began to follow the bugle of an elk hoping to catch sight of one of the huge magnificent animals. We were not disappointed.

On the trail we happened upon a sign that that told of Gunahita Asagya,  which means Long Man. Jerry Wolfe, a Cherokee Elder told the following story of Gunahita Asagya. The river is the Long Man, with it’s head in the mountains and it’s feet in the sea with it’s body growing as it goes along.

Long Man was called upon for strength, for cleansing, for washing away sadness, and for ailments. The water was used in so many ways. The Cherokee had a lot of formulas and prayers that were said over the water.

When the Long Man needs more water, it begins to sing and sing and sing. That is when it is calling for the water, praying to the sky for water. Sure enough the song is heard and the rain begins to fall, filling the river with the water it had song for.

I have always loved the sound of running water and the cool feel of crystalline water flowing over my bare feet. It was a given that I removed my shoes and waded into the pebble laden river calling upon Long Man to fill me with the energies of the water that I stood in.

Plane Crash

A hike led us to an opportunity that is rare for most. We were able to see, touch and photograph the wreckage of a small Cessna plane. The crash happened in the early 1980’s and the pilot and one lone passenger were killed.

To come upon the sight through a mist of fog left us feeling just a little eerie. The first energy I felt was the sadness. I could not help but wonder what were the thoughts of the two occupants of the plane when they realized they were crashing. What would my last thoughts have been if it had been me?

Although the occupants have been deceased for over three decades I prayed for peace for their souls if they had not yet obtained it. My heart and soul were touched with a feeling that I will never forget.

Cooking

Each day we came back from our adventures tired, content and starved. It was difficult to wait patiently while the campfire gained momentum to heat the cast iron skillets to prepare our evening meals. The wait was always worth it. There is just something magickal about outdoor cooking. The food develops unique flavors that can not be gotten any other way.

You can’t have a campfire without roasting marshmallows. Well, technically you can, but who would want to miss such a sweet, creamy, delectable cloud of sweetness?  Such a yummy dessert.

Goodbyes

As the tent came down and the other items were packed away, we waved goodbye to our “neighbors” as they left the campsite for whatever adventures they had chosen for the day. Would we ever cross paths again? Hopefully.

Goodbyes were even said to the bumblebees and humming birds that had kept us entertained as they buzzed and hummed among the yellow and orange jewelweed flowers that circled our campsite.

Homeward Bound

Thursday on the ride home we talked of our adventures and wondered what were the stories of several of the campers sharing the mountaintop with us. There was the guy that was always barefoot and the friendly, smiling lady who camped alone at the back edge of the camp who always came out for a walk just before dusk.

I tell my husband I am going to become a story collector.

Home Again

The cabin and I are happy to see each other. She looks over my shoulder as I type. We both sigh. I feel her warm, loving embrace.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

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Friday 13th…September 13, 2019

Birthday and Anniversary

The birthday wheel has once again made it’s yearly turn, so has the wheel of wedding anniversaries. Yes, today Friday 13th is my birthday and wedding anniversary. Hey, I tried to make it easy for my husband when I married him. One date to remember and he could even combine the gifts into one single gift.

Was I actually born on Friday 13th? No, September 13th happened to be on a Wednesday the year I was born. No, I did not get married on Friday 13th, I was married on a Saturday.

My Age

I won’t tell you the year of my birth. English actress, author and columnist, Joan Collins stated, ” Age is just a number. It is totally irrelevant unless of course you happen to be a bottle of wine. Therefore, as I am not a bottle of wine, the year I was born and my age are completely irrelevant.

Superstition

For those of you who may be a tad bit or a whole lot superstitious, Friday 13th is considered an unlucky day. Do we really know why people consider Friday 13th an unlucky day? For centuries both the day itself, Friday and the number thirteen have been considered unlucky.

Hangman’s Day

They say we do not know the day we will die. Some of us never will know. In years past those in Britain that had been tried and condemned to die for their bad deeds knew that their death would occur on a Friday, Hangman’s Day.

The Thirteenth Guests

Judas, the thirteenth guest to sit down at the Last Supper betrayed Jesus. Loki, the thirteenth guest at a Norse god’s dinner party caused the world to be plunged into darkness.

Unlucky day, unlucky number?

Merged

In the last century those who were superstitious combined Friday and the thirteenth together to create an unlucky day now known as Friday 13th.

Do you believe

Do you hold the superstition that Friday 13th is unlucky? Or like me, does Friday 13th bring you good fortune and good luck.

Fun Words

Three interesting terms associated with the fear of Friday, the number thirteen and Friday 13th.

*Paraskevidekatriaphobia…a term coined by Dr. Donald E Dossey based on the Greek words, Paraskevi (Friday) and Dekatria (Thirteen) and the suffix phobia (fear). The fear of Friday 13th.

Triskaidekaphobia… Tris (three), Kai (and) Deka (ten). The fear of the number thirteen.

FriggatriskaidekaphobiaFrigga an ancient Scandinavian goddess who was associated with witchcraft and Friday. Tris (three), Kai (and) Deka (ten). The fear of Friday 13th.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick…Experience the Magick

Jahcqi

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