Time goes by...

This morning, I was thinking about last nights post, and couldn't wait to get back in to read it again. And as I pulled it up I read Fiona's comment, I just exhaled and relaxed my shoulders blades loosely on my back, as if my wings were draping in perfect formation like a gorgeous bird getting ready for flight. The stress is gone. I love that girl, so smart and witty. I have addressed the time issue previously, and Fiona is right, watches must have been invented by 'man.' Usually, I am not so caught up in time, and right now, I good spin on my broom would probably clear my head, maybe I'll call Jemini, she is an expert on staying above the radar. Bonding is always good for the soul.

Now about the excerpt from Casablanca that I quoted in last nights post. I have been toying with it in my mind. If you let a kiss, be just a kiss; and a sigh be just a sigh, then sorry Humphrey, time is just going by, and your missing out. I do love the simple things in life, but I want a kiss to be a kiss, or don't waste my time. Especially if there's no energy, fireworks, and of course magic. Get it?

Time is the Answer

The other day, I was outside, waiting for Abagail to come out of dance class, my mind was wandering, yaya, it does alot lately. My eyes were dancing themselves, over the mountains and endless boundaries of snow. I have things that haunt me, issues I need to deal with, yaya, I procrastinate when I don't know what to do. I may not be mortal, but I have stress floating around like you, decisions are decisions, and can be difficult, whether financial or personal, giant or baby steps. Flight is always an easy escape for me, but not an answer, however, it is my release. I also tend to hold all my feelings in, and seldom want to discuss my situation, obviously, this is also not very practical. But time is usually my answer. In time, I will probably have a complete meltdown, for sure a migraine to start, then some type of release, broom in hand. You can try a nice long walk, if your in this place to clear your head.

I hope time will lead the way, I'll keep my chin up, never look back, keep my faith, work hard, put the heat up on the cauldron and throw everything imaginable in. Oh, and never stop believing in magic...Kind of take a step back, and then go forward.

PS "You must remember this: a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. The fundamental things apply as time goes by." The simple truth, I really like that, but so much can happen, I'll leave it to your imagination. So silly of me to waste it stressing.
-Excerpt from Casablanca

Snow Day

So, so much for my garden being covered with that blanket of snow! Huh, more like triple Four Season duvets! My little puppies have to run through a tunnel to find their 'spot' in the yard, and within seconds their back at the door, their little noses steaming at my window. That cute little snow bunny gibberish, is so over, when we are looking at another snowfall in excess of fifteen inches. And with wind and snow blowing like we had last night, it restricts us girls from flight. Quite difficult, goggles are really not in these days. And lets face it, they closed JFK, it was a safety issue. Need I mention, the hair factor?

Today, the storm seemed to somehow leave us in a quiet morning. No wind, no school buses, too much snow for most people to go out, hibernation time. I went outside with my pups to see where we were, felt like we had landed in Oz, and was amazed by the white comforter, must be goose down, mother nature had laid upon us. There was no horizon, everything just blended from the ground to the trees to the white sky. The trees were so heavy with snow, many draped over and touched the layer of snow, that was now about three feet off the ground. My holly sisters that stand side by side, framing my front door were aching as they overextended heavy with snow. I got my broom and dusted the snow off, to relieve the stress, but one of the sisters has a badly broken branch, I'll have to see about repair. As the hours went by, the hibernation began to wear off. Too bad, tomorrow will be back to the schedule. The wind has already picked up, flying is back to normal, schools will reopen, and everyone will be zooming around. A snow day, hum, can be quite peaceful, take it all in.

Just think only 144 days until Summer, and 53 til Spring. Crystal Ball says, more snow is on the way...don't question the mother.

Chilling Forecasts/ Rhythms of Life

We have been having quite a winter here on the East Coast, I'm not sure where you are, but it seems everywhere the news is reporting, they are experiencing record snowfalls, temperature lows, and what seems like the longest winter in history. I love to watch Sam Champion and Bill Evans as they tell the chilling forecast, they smile, and some how, that, gives us that little extra ounce of strength to get through it all. Thanks, guys.

And what happened to Al Gore and his global warming theories? That went down the tubes with his popularity. It snows on a regular basis, you go to the supermarket, the parking lots are only half available because of the giant mountains of snow. No sense even thinking of putting away those snow boots, it will snow again in two days. I don't know about you, but Abagail and I, bought new boots at the beginning of the season, and they are worn out already, there has been so much snow. Jemini's looking for a new style of snow boots, she is so bored wearing the same boots everyday; anyone have any suggestions, something different? We may as well be living in a ski town with the amount of accumulation and the single digit wind chills, with no relief in sight. Ground Hog Day, no, it doesn't look good, doubtful magic could play into Punxsutawney Phil's decision, and we still have a while. And after a while, how much hot cocoa, and chicken soup can we make for our kids? And I, the tea, the brew, the potion, the cauldron, its enough! Even my pups, I open the door, and they look at me, snow again, no they don't want to go out there.

Most years I don't mind the winter, I love the hibernation process, but this is more like incubation. As I water my rescued plants in my garage, I worry about those covered by the blanket of snow. Fiona was so good to write me,

The frost, slush and snow it piled up on the leaves.
The flowers retreated and had to wait.
They dreamt of sunny days, blossoms,
Bees and summer rain.
Even the children that came to pick the blooms,
All thru the winter, they waited.
One storm, after another,
They never lost hope, they huddled closer,
Knowing the seasons would change.
The Rhythms of life.

So tuck in those babes as those go to sleep tonight, and throw on an extra blanket, hot cocoa and soup, yaya, a few more weeks. As I look into 'my crystal ball' tonight, I see sexy sandals coming your way, finally...

Respect, wow!

Ever feel like your being stepped on? You know, not getting respect?
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, wow, Aretha, really knew what she was talking about, she laid it on the line, a word that should never be taken lightly or for granted. Did you know, she is one of us?
Well, I had an issue with respect the other day. Yaya, something happened, that I didn't like, I brought it up to the people in charge, and they didn't want to hear it, ignored it, and turned a deaf ear to me. It was an issue that was important to me, and effected me personally. As the hours passed, I realized how they were making it impossible for this relationship to continue; and if I consented and bowed my head and went forward, I had no respect for myself. I had to stand up for myself. So I got out my best boots and dug down deep, told them how I felt, of course they didn't understand, denied everything, and perhaps I am washing my hands here. But today, my back is long, I'm standing tall, and my head is high, yaya, my hat is looking tres chic, dearie. And I feel supercharged.

And next time I don't get the respect I deserve, I'll fly right over...you know, my dear Abagail said it right, 'mama, don't worry about spells, what comes around goes around...' Smart witch. Witches share the common bond of respect, never step on each others boots, and always watch each others back. Cattiness is only for mortals. Now are you ready?

Relationship Rules

Today, I stopped by my favorite tea shoppe, early this morning, and the locals were there, 'hanging out.' It was kind of nice to see them, I suppose, but now I'm thinking about it, pondering, what has happened in the life of those 'locals' over the years? I have known Ruby and his sidekicks, long enough to not be bothered by their nuisance flirting and some times rude remarks. For the most part they are harmless, yaya, they are mortals. And lets face it, they know better than to cross the line with me, I'll send them out the door on all fours, and that's without my backup from behind the counter. No, don't assume,the guys behind the counter, are mortals, they are mixing something into that tea and joe, that keep you coming back for more, totalling legal, mind you. Oh, and then there is the Devils Warden, always just around the corner, when you least expect it, yaya, they will be airborne, before he even lifts a finger, whish!

Well, back to Ruby and his crew, I'm wondering what makes them tick. Like are they venting? What happens at home? Are they maybe henpecked? Are they led by a leash? Controlled? Nobody likes that, or do they? Maybe its their job? These are middle aged men. Is it a mid life crisis? Are they in need of a little attention? Are they the same men they were when they married? What happened, who changed, why? Maybe they aren't to blame. Are some men/women attracted to this type of behavior? Are you? I honestly, don't think they are mean spirited men, annoying yes, but there have been others who have actually been bodily removed from our little shoppe.

So I suppose, we have to lay the rules down, set the barriers in any relationship, even a casual relationship. That's seems practical, like practical magic, yaya, if there are rules, give and take, people can't take control, each have a share of their ingredients. If your relax those rules, one person starts asking for more, sound familiar? That person starts making the potion all by themselves, they start taking control, takes over the broom, controlling us, oh no, nada, that's not happening. We begin to loose our voice, its no longer a you and me relationship, someone else is in charge, making all the decisions, and the other person can't wait to beat it out of the house and hang out with their buddies and flirt with the eye candy when all they want is alittle love and attention. Are you with me? Or is it woman, running for cover, being controlled, until you feel like your suffocating? Let's face it, either situation, isn't living, time to tell the bullies...

Granted every situation, is different, and sometimes, you just can't go back, if you can, what is important, is there that spark. Remember a soothing touch can tame the beast.

Wanna meet for tea tomorrow? I'll buy.

Separation Issues?

Dear Abagail, had a snow day today. And tonight, I asked her about her homework, and dearie, tells me, she not going to school tomorrow, she has a math test, couldn't meet her tutor, and is afraid of not doing well. Now what I am to say to that? Witches rule, no witchcraft when it comes to schoolwork. I think of myself as a kind of liberal mom, hey I'm a witch, but some of us are still old school, but I feel like I have kind of figured things out as I went along. Everyone knows there is no rule book when it comes to parenting, you can take advice, but you are testing the waters along the way. I was watching "The View" one day, and Elisabeth Hasselback was talking about, taking the 'binkies,' pacifiers, away from her children. I remember when Abagail was a toddler, and was sucking her thumb. It was soothing for her, but people would tell me, that I had to make her stop and offered all types of suggestions. I took none of them. Eventually she stopped on her own. It was part of being a little girl. I also remember when Abagail was just started school and needed to know I was just outside the door. 'They' said it was separation issues. If I left, she would cry, so I would just stay outside and wait. I know some of you out there are probably saying I have issues, and you are justified, but we all got through it, she grew up OK, and in my head when she was four I was there when she looked outside that door, and that's all that mattered. So I guess that's my answer for tomorrow, she will not be sixteen forever, just like she will never be that little four year old again. While she's sixteen, I still have the power, or is it the magic, to make everything better in her mind, and while I can, believe me, I will still will.

Give them, protect them, guide them, shield them, and love them all you can, while you can, and as long as it comes from your heart and they are sincerely loving you back, your writing your own rule book, and its guaranteed to be a best seller, and you don't even have to be a witch, it could help.

Tucked Away

Well The Northeast was fortunate to get swept with another snowstorm last night. No school for Abagail and lots of other kiddies across the way. The storm was not nearly as crippling as last month's, but you know, its all about 'expectations and anticipation.' So I forced myself to make the last stop at the local market, last night on the way home. Amazing, like we were expecting three feet of snow and would be home bound for days, thank goodness I can rely on my broom, for quick exits, and not depend on a snow plow. Although, I do love the guys who plow the snow, so cute all bundled up, working so hard, shoveling and maneuvering those plows like match box trucks back and forth. Their faces so pink, from cold and work, and their eyes peeking out from just under their hats. The market shelves was scarce when it came to bread, milk and eggs, however, we are more interested on stocking up on turkey, must be Boars Head, Tide, and paper towels. Mom would say the three 'T's'. Besides we knew, one way or another we would get out today.

So, after sleeping in, a bit late this morning, Abagail and I kind of lounged around most of the day. I whipped up, sort of, a batch of pancakes, and finally, got to the Christmas Tree, which was looking so sad, now that the holidays are over. I feel bad that my poor tree looks so down, and as I take the ornaments off, one by one, it starts to feel a little relieved. Soon I will be looking at the tree bare and beautiful, not many of us can say that; I am getting the sense that my tree is tired and ready to be tucked away for the rest of the year, for a long revival until the holidays come around again. I suppose it is grueling to stand there all those days, decorated, with lights, ornaments, that thing on your top, and I had boas wrapped round and round, ugh! And look all jolly. I can't stand be dressed up in anything more than my usual, forget it, is it major effort. Yaya, time to rest.

So now that my tree is all tucked away, decorations and all, my living room is back in order. Funny, we seldom use that room, except for holidays and parties. It is not exactly what you would call a 'living room,' in fact it isn't even popular with my ghosts. I suppose the company, and the presence of my glittering Tree, is enough to keep the ghosts out. (Did I mention the tree dances? With my Broom? You'll have to wait until next year.) Maybe tomorrow I'll sit in there and read awhile and maybe I'll have a visitor, now that the room is back to normal. But for now, its time for me to rest, Good Night, hope your tucked in...any visitors by you?

Relationships, yaya...

So have you come up with a change? You know its kind of like the Lottery, New York, that is, if you don't take a chance, you'll never know. And not to quote anyone, but remember, Lou Reed? Take a walk on the wild side, or at least take a few steps this year.

If your starting with small steps, and your just into the sisterhood, maybe your not ready to trade your broom in for the supercharge upgrade, no worries, that's okay. How about a new hat, or new boots; maybe real pointy ones? If your not so much into the sisterhood, and your okay just reading and being moral, that's cool too, you can try some of the changes I suggested the other night. You don't need a total makeover, go for simple fun changes to add spice to your life.

As far as spouses, yaya, husbands, wives, boyfriends, and girlfriends, I know I brought this up the other night, but ouch this is the most touchy and frightening subject, I think more scary than me, sometimes. Yaya, I know there are times you think this relationship is so over, ugh, I can't stand another minute, but like I said the other night, make sure you think and think and think and think about it a million times and then think about it again, because it is pretty damn miserable being alone when someone does love you, and you are just being inconsiderate. And have you seen the single world? Its enough to make a witch cry! You have look at the whole picture, and it is a big picture. Try standing outside and holding your hand out, wait a minute or two and see if you catch, or something lands in your hand, if so, hold on to what you have, but tell them how you feel. Keep what you have, try changing yourself a bit, for yourself. This is all assuming there is no abuse. Then if things don't improve, at least you know you tried. I've been through some bad times myself.

Now any gentlemen out there reading this blog, I applaud you, you must be pretty close to what I would call, my type of guy! Please keep reading...

2011, Keep the View Looking Good

So, we are almost a week into the New Year, and what are you thinking? Don't tell me about dieting, and another weight loss program, I'll throw the potion book at you. I'm thinking change, yaya, big changes, I told you last night. Yaya, change whatever needs changing. Anything from kitchens, to cars, OK I'll say it, boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends, and wives if they need changing, don't look back, its too painful, but, make sure you have thought about it at least a million times and then think about it again. Living with a teenage daughter and drama, I am quick out of spell relief, and Cupid is on double overtime. I have resorted to a needle and thread to mend broken hearts, sometimes fishing wire works better, and occasionally recommend a trip to St. Francis in Port. Be careful and sure. Change your location, yaya, your house, your exercise program, your hair style, your hair color, your jeans, your eye color, your religion; change something that will make people talk, I just love that! Do you believe she did what...? Make someones hair curl without magic. Try something less drastic, if your a bit conservative, change your coffee drink, a double espresso? Or try wearing black eyeliner during the day? How about wearing seamless stockings? But never change your kids and your animals, love them too much.

Change keeps us alive, keeps us perky, I know sometimes it is the most difficult; I never want to give up my boots, but until you try on that new pair, you will never know. Kind of like, that first kiss, it changes everything, and we want to never look back, especially if its a good kiss. C'est la vie.

This year, 2011, get ready to stand tall, shoulders back, proud as can be, this is the year, the sisterhood will unite and believe in each other, in our strengths, and our love of life. This is the year to focus on changing our lives, thinking more of ourselves, not as self centered, but as healthy, smart, gorgeous, magical women who can achieve immeasurable goals. Yaya, our brooms are just the beginning, our final destination is still unknown, how about you? All I know is the direction I'm going, and so far, the view is looking good, as soon as it changes, I'm changing my direction. No more compromising for me. Join me, the sky's the limit, and there is no GPS.

Happy NewYear!!!!!!!!!!

Here we go, on to twenty, eleven, that's right 2011. Sounds pretty neat, hope your Holidays were jolly, I'm just on my way back, promise to post tomorrow. I'm thinking 2011 is time to change, like seven-eleven, throw the dice, take a chance, I'll mix up the potions and my brews when I get home. Its a crap shot, yaya, even witches are in for a gamble this year. Anything is possible...