October 31, 2018…Past Memories


Today as I sit in my writing corner here at the Cabin having finished off a cup of delicious Witches Brew (a purple, orange creme flavored frappuccino) from Starbucks my thoughts weave in and out on this magickal, energy filled Samhain/Halloween day.

To my left sits a small spinning wheel decked out for autumn. The wheel although not silver in color catches a thread of a past memory spinning me back to Samhain/Halloween eighteen years ago when I first met Arianrhod, a Celtic Goddess of the moon, the stars and the sky. A goddess of Feminine Power. A goddess associated with the silver wheel, owls and spiders just to name a few.

Spiders are weavers of webs, Arianrhod is a weaver of fate and destiny. As a sacred owl she flies into our soul to guide us. I first met Arianrhod in owl form. New to my spiritual journey I had been calling to the universe for a guide to help me as I walked my new path. My call was heard.

My children and I had been out Trick or Treating on a gorgeous, autumn Samhain/Halloween day. Dusk was just beginning to settle as we were driving back home. Our route put us on an isolated mountain road. There was nothing but trees and mountains on the three mile stretch of dirt road.

We had been riding with the windows down but the chill of night was beginning to settle in, we decided to roll up the windows. Just as my window closed, a huge owl hit the window. I immediately stopped and got out as did the children.

We looked all around but there was no owl to be found. A hit that hard should have killed it or at least left it stunned and addled, or so I thought. Unable to find the owl we continued on our journey.

As I lay in bed later that night I knew that I had experienced something spiritual and magickal. The owl had not died, it had not been stunned and addled. The owl, Arianrhod, had flown straight into my soul. My call had been answered in a most attention getting way.

Arianrhod had flown into my life. As the Wheel turned through the following seasons and years she told me her story. She introduced me to the silver wheel, the moon, the stars, the night sky, spiders and webs. Most importantly Arianrhod introduced me to my Power.

Nearly two decades later Arianrhod still inhabits my soul. She guides me as I spin and weave my fate…my path…my life.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick


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Bugs…the sweet, loving kind and the nasty, unloving kind…October 22, 2018


Sorry for the absence. After a week long visit from three sweet, lovable “bugs” (grandchildren) I got caught by a “Nasty Bug” that turned me into a sniffling, coughing, zombified couch potato for a week.

It is hard to believe that October is almost over. I still have not seen the much coveted fall colors or experienced any Indian Summer weather but that has not stopped the Magick of October from arriving.

While the “bugs” were here I pulled the Halloween/Samhain tote from the closet and allowed the “bugs” to decorate the Cabin with scary ghost, spiders, witches, skeletons and other ghoulish “things.” The last witch had barely been placed when the “bugs” decided to turn the decorations into toys. It was so much fun to watch and listen as the decorations came to life in their hands and imaginations. I love seeing them with something other than a game controller in their hands. And they wonder why mamaw doesn’t have video games at the Cabin.

Needless to say the Cabin was filled with over flowing energy, love, imagination, activities, sugary snacks and Magick while the bugs were here. I loved every minute!

With the “good bugs” gone and just a day to spare before the “Nasty Bug” declared war on me I was able to host a baby shower to welcome our sixth grandchild (third grandson). My first born (son) is getting his own son. Not exactly sure how his daughter is going to feel about sharing her dada. I forgot how much fun it was to plan and host something other than a work related event. The new addition will arrive as the Wheel turns into the New Year.

With Halloween/Samhain just nine days away it is time to pull out the cauldron and brew up some ghoulish looks, treats and spells.

    See the Magick…Feel the Magick


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Under the Autumn Moon…October 1, 2018

 (image comes from Facebook)

Autumn has arrived and so has the Magickal month of October. As I sat on the deck of the Cabin earlier today looking out onto the Beauty and Blessings of Mother Earth during this most Magickal season I watched and giggled as the fuzzy tailed squirrels scampered quickly about gathering the crumbs left over from the breakfast biscuits that we had not consumed. I always like leaving one or two just for my backyard friends. I scolded the squirrels and reminded them to be nice and share with the birds.

Wrapped in cozy Autumn colors, warm solar beams from the bright, golden sun penetrated the foliage of the trees surrounding the Cabin dripping a magickal  warmth that soon had my eyes fluttering shut. Like an anxious child wrapped in a hug, the warmth of the sun calmed my mind that had scampered to and fro like the squirrels.

Relaxed, I wandered deep into the woods. I was in awe of the colors, the smells, the sounds. My footsteps led me farther and farther, deeper and deeper into the woods where I spotted a unique, mysterious set of wooden steps. The steps went down, down, down the Autumn mountainside…no end in sight.

I think of Alice in Wonderland going down the rabbit hole. I think of Hansel and Gretel following the breadcrumbs. Did I Dare??? What would I Find???

I placed my foot on the first step…

The solar beams were now cool, silvery moonbeams that danced off white, sparkly pebbles that covered the earth beneath my feet. A dull, yellow glow shined like little lanterns from hundreds of fireflies flitting back and forth providing light for the world I had entered.

A voice came  floating across a musky breeze. Was it the voice or the breeze that left tiny goosebumps on my skin. The voice was not audible in the normal sense yet it spoke loudly and was oddly familiar.

Standing  bathed in the milky moonlight I paused as the fireflies synced into a straight line and began to fly deeper and deeper into the unknown darkness with their tiny glowing lanterns beckoning me to follow. Like children playing follow the leader my feet began to move and I joined the fireflies march. The path we followed weaved in and out among trees with rustling leaves and standing stones that wore old, wise looking faces.

A whiff of wood smoke tickled my nose. Ahead the fireflies lanterns revealed a moss covered cabin. Puffs of smoke spiraled lazily from the stone chimney filling the dark woods with a hazy, grey mist. Slowly the fireflies extinguished their lanterns which told me their journey had come to an end. I would no longer need them. They had brought me to my destination.

Standing at the door of the cabin I placed my hand on a ornate, rusty doorknob. The voice I had heard earlier bid me to enter.

Did I Dare??? What would I Find???

The door opened to reveal the cabin was unoccupied. A small glowing fire in the fireplace and a lit candle on a corner table filled the cabin with a magickal welcoming light. From a wrought iron hook in the fireplace hung a black iron cauldron, a wooden ladle rested in the hot, bubbly  liquid filling the pot. The voice bid me to drink.

Scooping the hot brew into the ladle I lifted the potion to my lips and cautiously took a sip. The flavor was a fantastical mixture filled with hints of love, mystery and magick. An enchanting warmth began at my feet and slowly moved up my body.

The voice whispered…you have drank from the Cup of Life and Wisdom. See the Magick, Feel the Magick…Use the Magick.

Wrapped in the glory of Autumn I sat on the deck, laughing as I heard the blue Jay scold the squirrel, reminding him to share.


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Another Turn…September 24, 2018

IT’S HERE!!! Finally, after months and months the Wheel has turned and the long awaited Magickal Pumpkin Spiced Season of Autumn has arrived. The calendar confirms it as well as the sudden change in weather.

Husband, you can no longer tease me for the fall decor that has steadily and mysteriously found it’s way out of storage and onto the shelves and tables of the Cabin over the past several weeks. I kept telling the Autumn Fairies that it wasn’t time yet lol.

Even though Autumn was official Saturday I chose today to say my formal goodbyes to Summer. Tonight the Full Silvery Harvest Moon will shine it’s Magickal moonbeams down upon my Virgo head and bring forward energies that have laid dominant throughout the Spring and Summer seasons of the Wheel.

My fireworks will burst and sparkle with the yellows, browns, purples and red colors of Autumn filling me with an energy to rival the grandest of  celebrations. A Magickal energy that is beyond describable. It is an energy that has to be felt, to be experienced.

The correspondences linked to Fall calls loudly… the warm, fleecy hoodies, the beautiful colors beckon to be crafted and infused into my home decor and projects, harvested foods…pumpkins, squash, apples and corn beg to be made into pies, stews, and casseroles. The door to the spice rack peeps open sending whiffs of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and cloves across my nostrils bringing forth images of gingerbread, old fashion stack cakes and molasses cookies making my mouth water in anticipation.

Visions of a visit to the pumpkin patch to gather the biggest pumpkin to decorate for Samhain/Halloween but let’s not forget the “Misfit” pumpkin…the little, mis-shaped orange ball that deserves to be sprinkled with Magick and like the Ugly duckling transformed into a delightful, beautiful piece of art.

A new journal to record the Magick of Autumn, pens and paper to start list for the upcoming holidays. Don’t forget the Self Care list with headings of Comfort, Balance, Letting Go, Books to Read and Fun Stimulating Projects, new Winter recipes that include Aromatherapy scents to keep the home from smelling stale as the temperatures drop and the doors and windows close.

It is during this Magickal season that like squirrels gathering acorns all summer that we to must finish our prep for the upcoming cold, winter months, take time over hot teas, chocolate and toddies to remember our ancestors, share stories and prepare to snuggle in while our Mind, Body and Soul relaxes, heals and rejuvenates.

See the Magick…Feel the Magick


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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.

 See the Magick…Accept the Magick