Whenever I am afraid and feel as if I have no one to turn to, Or if I am really lonely and sad missing my mom. I glance over to either my bedroom chair or the corner of the daybed in my den and spot a most wondrous thing is just laying there waiting for me…
my mom’s special white shawl.
To her, it was very special as it was kept and only worn at the church she attended for over five decades, as regularly as she could. To me, it is extremely special as it carries her warm, positive, and loving energy. Later in her life as her health started deteriorating she attended in person less often but her shawl stayed to soak up all the love, blessings, and well-wishes as it hoped for her return. I remember being at her home one of many times when she had a home visit from a couple of her church ministers, they would come to pray with her and give her holy communion. This one-time one of them asked her, “Jeannine where is your beautiful shawl? Did you misplace it at church? Would you like us to look for it to bring it to you?” Her reply, if I remember right was something along the line of, “If I’m not there then someone else could use it if they get a chill. Plus I have a pretty one my daughter made me for cool winter days here with me.” That made me feel about ten feet tall and so happy that I made something that my mother enjoyed using.
My mom also on occasion she would ask me to come to her in my capacity as an ordained pagan minister and not as her daughter. To say I was honored that this outwardly Christian who ask a pagan minister for guidance instilled me more belief that I come from a long line of witches that were or are still in the Broomcloset. Many times she would have the shawl I made her out and would ask me to cleanse it and then recharge it with healing and my love. I now I have this shawl also but it does not give me the same comfort as the beautiful white one.
I do not have a clue as to where my mother got it or if it was made for her by someone else. But when it is cool in my home I automatically grab it to throw around my shoulders and immediately all my worries, aches, pains and chilliness go away. I know in my heart my mother infused this shawl with her own form of witchcraft so I will always have a piece of her close to or embracing me.
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Welcome to springtime in the northern hemisphere. As the warmer weather comes a witches thoughts turns to sowing a garden. A garden can mean a different thing to each of us. For me it is getting my physical seeds ready for my veggie garden, to check to see if my herbs survived the winter or if I need to start new ones. Spiritually it means starting new seeds/paths for me to be able to grow to be closer to Mother Earth, the Universal energies, my students, and my teachers. To be able in the fall to reap full benefits of all that I have learned and put them into practice whether it is in my own personal life or helping my students with something. This year I need to plant new seeds and seedlings for all my flower gardens because early heavy rains in this part of the country washed away two inches of top soil in all my flower beds.
What does planting a garden mean to you? Do you plant flowers, vegetables, herbs, goals or a little of all of these or any combination? Remember whatever you plant will come to fruition with the right amount of love, watering (spiritually this can be communicating with each other in the pagan community or even be emailing me to say hi), sunshine (remember to thank the Sun God) and nurturing from within yourself (positive thoughts and affirmations) and from others in our community.
I would really LOVE to SEE COMMENTS on this post, please. Share with us your seeds and lets us help you grow them to their fullest potential!
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I was getting ready to post articles about Imbolc and Lammas but my Spirit Guides had a different idea of what I should post today.
I was asked by one of the Adept witches in our online coven to talk a little about my time as a newbie in a coven and what it was like on up to where I am today. So I will begin this journey of telling about my journey with my novices year and a day. Let me stress that all covens are different in how they treat newcomers and even established members. Some have very strict rules while others have seemingly no rules. So if you are interested in a specific coven make sure it is a good fit for you and how you want to study The Craft and you are a good fit for their group.
My instructors, as I did not consider them being mentors as we had no real personal relationship, were pretty different than how I mentor my novices. I was a novice about 40 years ago and a lot has changed. The coven I was in during the time I was a novice was Wicca not really any well know tradition just WIcca. First, of all, I was not allowed to attend any actual coven gatherings until I had studied for six months. My first six months of studies were basically reading different papers written by the elders in the coven and books they told me to read than doing written assignments for each thing I read. There were specific questions that pertained exactly to the papers or books I read and I had to basically do book reports for some of them. I was discouraged from reading anything that was not assigned reading. Secondly, my written assignments ranged from how to set up an altar to how to commune with animals (something I am still working on achieving today). I wrote nothing about spells, rituals or how to write and perform them, this was considered too advanced for a novice. I only had access to the oldest members of the coven one evening per week to call if I had a question about what I was working on that week. This made it very difficult at times for my studies to progress as fast as the coven or I would have liked. When I was finally allowed to attend coven gatherings I was not allowed to speak to anyone before the ritual started or during it. I was allowed to mingle with coven members after the ritual but not to ask questions about my studies unless I could get one of the elders aside where no one else could hear us. It was an extremely stressful year and a day for me to the point of me seriously thinking I was on the wrong spiritual and magickal path. I did make it through their novice training but when it came time to be brought into the coven as an adept I chose to try a different coven in a totally different town as I did not really want to run into any of the first coven’s members.
Please keep in mind my experiences were about 40 years ago and every coven is different in how it brings new members into it.Next time I will talk a little about my Adept year and a day which was much more pleasant than the novice level. Not just because I knew more but because the coven was a lot more welcoming and caring.
Until then dear ones try to bring something magickal into your life every day thank will bring you happiness or joy or love or caring or comfort or whatever you need that day. Much love and many blessings from me to you my dear ones.