Wednesday, September 23, 2015

My Haunted Wedding Ring

So, I have this ring.  My grandmother gave it to me, it was her sister's wedding band.  It's a tiny thing and the metal was worn so thin that I had the diamonds reset years ago.  When my husband asked me to marry him, we created an engagement ring to accompany my aunt's ring with the intent of using it as part of the wedding set.  I ended up using a simple gold band, but I still pull out my aunt's ring whenever I want to feel fancy.  Funny thing though...

It's haunted.

OK, maybe haunted is too strong a word.  But seriously, something is going on with this ring.
Whenever I sleep with it on, without fail, I have the CRAZIEST dreams.  This has been going on for years.  Strange and bizarre dreams that make you ask yourself "dude, where the hell did that come from?!"  Last night's dream was no exception.

I've looked into it somewhat.  The ring is simple--three diamond baguettes set in a thin band.   Since the setting is new (ish), I can't imagine any vibes other than my own imbedding the ring.  Diamonds are a fairly innocuous stone as far as magick goes.  Mostly I use them to bolster other stones I may be using for spellwork.  Traditionally diamonds are used for protection.  So what's going on with mine?!

Sadly, since my grandmother and all of her siblings have passed on, I really have no way of finding out what kind of person my great aunt was, other than my own personal recollections which include a LOT of fresh garden vegetables.  She was a widow and had no children of her own.  I loved her, but it was a child's love.

I've done cleansings on the ring, but still...

Any thoughts?

Friday, May 15, 2015

Magickal Fennel

So, I've got this fennel plant in my garden.  It's totally a weed, but it's so pretty early in the spring that I let it grow, promising myself I'll move/kill it soon.  Then the swallowtail butterflies find it and start laying their eggs on it and then I don't want to mess with it 'cuz, you know, BUTTERFLIES! And then dammit, another year goes by with this GIANT plant in my garden.  

In all honesty, it's pretty all the way to fall, but since it's a volunteer of course it's in an inconvenient spot.  By Midsummer it is totally blocking any light my butterfly garden might get.  Aaand, since it volunteered between rocks, I can't effectively harvest the bulb and eat it.

Fortunately it is a wonderful herb for a witch's garden.  Obviously, since I can't kill it, it's super easy to grow, and up until the swallowtail caterpillars move in, I use the shiznit outa it, both in the kitchen and magickally.  My favorite use is for protection, since I'm totally done with fennel's fertility aspect.  Back in the baby days, I drank fennel seed tea by the gallon to keep up the milk production, and I still like to hang a bouquet of fennel fronds over the doors on Midsummer Eve for protection.   In all honesty though, there's nothing I can say about fennel that isn't said by the wonderful folks at Herbal Riot, so to learn more hit this link: 

Seriously though, this winter?  I'm totally moving that plant.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Pagan Pajamas!

It's freaking cold here.  Seriously, even the cat won't go outside.  The downside--I'm trapped in a post-Yuletide house with bored kiddoes who absolutely do NOT wish to help with the de-Yulification process.  The upside?  Pajama weather.

I won't lie--I'm a firm believer in getting your ass outa bed each morning and putting on your big-girl pants.  The whole "I can't decide if people who wear pajamas in public have given up on life or are living it to the fullest" quote is just not me.  That said, I'm totally not getting outa my jammies today.  They've got wiener dogs all over them, and while I neither own nor even know any wiener dogs personally, I just love saying wiener dog.  Wiener dog wiener dog wiener dog.

The only thing that would make these wiener dog pajama bottoms better is if the wiener dogs were wearing witches' hats.  And that, my angels, is the point of this post.

I think there's a market for pagan pajama bottoms.  You know, something other than the orange and black Halloween pajamas you may or may not find on clearance around now, or the Harry Potter pj's left over from that Daniel Radcliffe phase I went through (it was dark times...).  I know I'd wear them (especially if they had magick wiener dogs on them), and I couldn't possibly be the only one.

So here you go, all you enterprising folks with a serger and an Etsy account.  Pagan-themed pajama bottoms.  You're welcome.

Oh, and I like mine to ride low on the hips, and hang a little longer around the ankles.