September 17, 2018… Preserve the Magick

As I sit here at the Cabin in “my corner” on yet another rainy day watching the wild ducks that have flown in to enjoy a respite on the pond I reflect on the symbolism of the duck. It is said if a wild duck comes to visit it is an omen that you should spend some extra time connecting with family.

The Appalachian mountains that encase the Cabin are seeped in superstitions, omens, mystery and Magick. From these mountains come the “Old Ones” my ancestors. A rare and proud breed of people…men and women who labored, fought, grew and learned side by side. They learned the mysteries and the Magick of the mountains. They took heed of the omens and superstitions.

It is their blood, their knowledge, their Magick, their superstitions that run through my veins calling to me to use and preserve what has been handed down to me. I pull out the old tattered Grimoires written in the dark of the night with only a coal oil lamp or candle to shine a light upon the pages, I read and take to heart the beautiful Magickal words laid out like a map or a recipe giving directions, landmarks and instructions on how to really  “see” what is often in plain sight, how to connect with Mother Earth, her signs, her bounty which is given freely to provide healing and nourishment that will fortify our bodies, our souls, our minds, our spirits, how to watch the Wheel of the Year turn, the sun, the moon, the animals. It has all been written and I have been asked to preserve the ancestral stories, the ancestral knowledge, the ancestral heritage.

I listen to and heed what the duck has told me…connect with family…past and present.

I will grow and preserve the Magick.

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September 11, 2018…Sit in the Corner


As a young child I hated hearing my parents say the dreadful words… Go Sit in the Corner. Now days it is something I order myself to do here at the Cabin.

I have loved to read since I was a very young girl. When I left home in my early twenties I decided to donate all the books I had collected over the years ( this did not include the ones I had loaned out and never got back, or all the Archie, Casper, Richie Rich and various other Comic books) to the local library. A grand total of 2,026 books.

Another collection soon began.  As my children came so did the children’s books. Our local grocery store carried the Golden Book series.  There was no Walmart or Bookstore nearby. The books were $0.99 each. Have you seen the price of a Golden Book recently? Every week when I grocery shopped the children got to pick a couple new Golden Books. It was always a tradition to let one child (we had three) choose a book each night to read before going to bed. All three children would gather on the bed of the picker to hear the story chosen. The tradition continued until their preteen years at which time they begin to develop different taste in books and began to read to themselves. Often times we would find them hidden under the covers way past their bedtime engrossed in a chapter book of intrigue and Magick.

Before the grandchildren moved away they got a huge kick out of going to the local library and seeing a “checkout” card in a book with their parents name on it. Everything at the library was digital by the time the  grandchildren were big enough to go, but the library had left the holder pockets with the check out card on which hand written signatures showed who and when the book had been “checked out.” Made for neat reminiscing for the parents as well. 

I use to think why would anyone want to own a Kindle or a Nook. I wanted to feel the book in my hands, I wanted to hear the sound as the pages turned, I wanted to smell the book, to “dogear” a page, I wanted to see it lying on the couch, chair or table as I walked by.

After moving to the Cabin…my “birdhouse”… I soon begin to see I could not collect books like I had always done before. When I was gifted with a Kindle for Mother’s Day several years ago I was reluctant at first but soon fell in love with a new way to read and collect books.  I do have some hard copies of a few favorites and I still keep books on hand for the grandchildren when they come. I even have Audible books on my phone to keep me entertained when driving to and from various adventures.  Just let me say this, on a dark night engrossed in a good audible book it is very easy to miss a turn hahaha.

Today has been a sit in the corner day!!!

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September 10, 2018…A Pre-Autumn Day

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Magickal Greetings! A weekend adventure led us two hours north of the Cabin. We met up with our two daughters and three of the grandchildren for  a pre-birthday lunch for me.  After lunch the girls went off to do some shopping for a wedding and my husband and I took the grandchildren (nicknamed “The Bugs”) to Joseph-Beth bookstore. The two boys and papaw went one direction and Charleigh and I went another. After nearly an hour Charleigh finds a book that she likes and says, now mamaw we have to find you a book about Witches. I ask her why and she says because you like “witchy” stuff lol. Guess she knows her mamaw quite well.

No Magickal message of inspiration from “Charlotte” at the Cabin on this cool, rainy September day. Taking advantage of the rainy day I snuggled in on the couch with Lyn Thurman’s book: The Inner Goddess Revolution, researched how to become a children’s picture book author/illustrator. The illustrator part I don’t know about hahah.

After the reading and research my eyes needed a rest, gently closing them I allowed myself to take a journey back in time to 2014. Four years ago on this day I was in Evansville, Indiana for the birth of my youngest grandson. He, as well as the other four grandchildren are truly magickal gifts. My heart melts just thinking about them.  The boys, their snakes, snails and puppy dog tails and the girls full of sugar and spice (some days anyway haha).

A mug of pumpkin spiced hot chocolate calls to me as this rainy Magickal day nears an end.

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September 7, 2018…Time Flies



My! Time seems to FLY here at the Cabin. The week has been filled with hard work, healing, fun, treats, adventure and most of all Magick.

Today we finished up a project started earlier in the week…a shed with wooden shakes (shingles) that will keep our winter firewood dry. We have calculated it to take six to seven cords of wood to keep the Cabin warm and toasty this coming winter. We have named our Hutch Rebel wood stove the Wood Monster. He is like the cookie monster…saying feed me, feed me, especially on those extra cold chilly nights.

Hard work should always be rewarded with a special treat. What better than fried apple pies. Crisp and sprinkled with sparkly grains of cinnamon sugar they are melt in your mouth Magickal deliciousness. According to my husband fried apple pies are like chips…you can’t eat just one.

May your weekend be filled with adventure and Magick.

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