Well, here we are, Memorial Day Weekend 2011, I am not sure, how we made it here so fast from those cold grey winter skies, but man of man, was Apollo out there, racing his chariot across the clear blue sky. The sun was shining bright, just hypnotizing us to come on out and enjoy the gorgeous summer day, we have been patiently waiting to arrive. At the beach, the ladies and men were sprawled out, still weary from the nine month overlay. But today there they were, worshipping their god. Apollo is an ideal manly beauty, the god of sun, we adore, perhaps unknowingly, indulging in his warmth, gaining needed Vitamin D, with hopes of retiring home tonight with a golden glow. A subliminal attraction, we feel, we can even hear, perhaps touch, but only the select can see; however his attraction will draw you back, every summer day of sunshine, yaya, he will be looking for you, and you'll be facing right up to him.
The children played on the shore, and engaged in a freedom, of running and jumping from the sand to the still ice cold water, that only children can, without a second thought of discomfort. Return to summer, long days and late bright sunsets you never want to miss; warm sunshine that may give you bad hair, but feels so good on your face; warm breezes that can take your breathe way; ice cold drinks that feel so good going down and make your head spin, or is that one of my potions? tank tops, short shorts, and bikini's; barefoot feet, flip-flops, and toe polish; yaya, I'll take it.
Tonight, after a day at the beach, I came home to my little buddies, had a cup of Joe, and was watching them outside. They were just hanging out in the yard. I went out to join them, the breeze was just perfect, we sat, I noticed the wind chime, still handing there, blowing in the wind, the light tinkle, tinkle as the wind blew by. And then, I swear I heard a horse, was someone parking a chariot?
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
A Garden Is Love, Even a Witch's Garden
Amazingly enough, spring seems to have to sprung by us, and summer finally is upon us. And somewhere along the way, the grace of our spring is still lingering among us, although, the season seems long gone. The landscape is unwithered and vibrant as ever, regardless of the upset of seasons we have lived through these past weeks and months. Even if you are not green, green thumb, I suppose I should clarify, you really must slow down, even if your on a broom ride, and take time to appreciate the beauty nature has to give us, truly remarkable; the colors, the scents, are truly intense. The birds, the butterflies, and bees, in a garden are like natures little neighborhood. If you pay attention to activity in a garden you will be cultivating your soul, better than therapy.
A Garden is like love. You know, sometimes you think you are at your maximum, you couldn't possibly love any more, you couldn't squeeze one more ounce of love out of your heart. Another child? How could you love another child the same way, you love the children you already have? And then, when the child is born, you find that love without taking love from any one else, your heart can give more. A garden is work, but upon admiration, you'll remember the digging, the planting, and anticipation. Yaya, it may seem full, however, a true gardener will always find a little room for additions, some added love. A gardener, cultivates not only their soul, but also cultivates consciousness of time. So be it, annuals, perennials, or hours on end, sometimes we just get lost in the garden, even a small garden, like our family.
As June approaches, the flowering season is just bursting, even if you don't have a garden, you must simply take a stroll, and witness the blooms, listen to the sounds, let time pass and be carried away by natures melody. Seriously, dearie, if you happen to be out during the 'Witching Hour' you may catch me taking my buds. The flowers are especially, gorgeous this time of year, perfect for making Pixie Dust. You may even catch a few fairies out there. Check the time slot...
A Garden is like love. You know, sometimes you think you are at your maximum, you couldn't possibly love any more, you couldn't squeeze one more ounce of love out of your heart. Another child? How could you love another child the same way, you love the children you already have? And then, when the child is born, you find that love without taking love from any one else, your heart can give more. A garden is work, but upon admiration, you'll remember the digging, the planting, and anticipation. Yaya, it may seem full, however, a true gardener will always find a little room for additions, some added love. A gardener, cultivates not only their soul, but also cultivates consciousness of time. So be it, annuals, perennials, or hours on end, sometimes we just get lost in the garden, even a small garden, like our family.
As June approaches, the flowering season is just bursting, even if you don't have a garden, you must simply take a stroll, and witness the blooms, listen to the sounds, let time pass and be carried away by natures melody. Seriously, dearie, if you happen to be out during the 'Witching Hour' you may catch me taking my buds. The flowers are especially, gorgeous this time of year, perfect for making Pixie Dust. You may even catch a few fairies out there. Check the time slot...
Friday, May 20, 2011
Appreciate Conicidences
So you know how I am "always" telling you, take nothing for granted, nothing is by chance, and coincidence is never random? Well, the other day, I should have listened, you know the old, practice what you preach? Or should I say, I can't see whats at the end of my nose, and no, it's not a wart!
I really do keep my broom at my front door, inside. And all day, that broom just would not stay in place. I opened the door to bring in the dry cleaning, and it fell over. I put it back up, and it fell down, I placed it back in its corner, and back it fell. I went out to plant some new rose bushes I had delivered and work in my garden, glorious, I opened the door, the broom fell, I picked it up and it fell, I picked it up, and placed it back and it fell again, and I looked at it, and said to myself, what is going on today, and placed it back where it belonged. I went out, again to get the mail. And when I came back in, you guessed it, it was lying helpless on the floor. I was perplexed, I looked at the dogs, and they looked at me, and turned and walked away, as if to say, you're on your own, we have nothing to do with it. And again, I played the game with the broom, and wondered what it was trying to tell me. I went upstairs, and came down, and it was resting on the floor, and this continued for the rest of the day. I wondered what this broom was telling me? It was fully charged, the floor was clean, I had been out and about last night, oh me, oh my, oh why, oh why?
Well, well, leave it to time, to tell all. Amazing how a wooden broom, can be so smart, it was telling me something, pre warning me of a problem involving the front door later that evening, it was no coincidence, it is almost erie. That night, Abagail went out to concert with Fiona, she called and said they were on their way home, I told her I was so tired I was going to sleep, but to call when they were close, but somehow, I must have lowered the volume on my phone, and really drifted into complete dream world. I never heard my daughters phone call. Abagail got home, rang the bell, kept calling, the poor doggies were barking, and then the house alarm went off. I'm not sure if my friends, the ghosts were having a tea party around my bed or what, but I was sleeping so soundly, omg! Oh dear, I scared the poor child half to death. I suppose I should have given her the key, or I should have taken the clue from my trusted broom.
"Live your life with an appreciation coincidences and you connect with a field of infinite possibilities." Deepak Chopra
Who doesn't want infinite possibilities?
I really do keep my broom at my front door, inside. And all day, that broom just would not stay in place. I opened the door to bring in the dry cleaning, and it fell over. I put it back up, and it fell down, I placed it back in its corner, and back it fell. I went out to plant some new rose bushes I had delivered and work in my garden, glorious, I opened the door, the broom fell, I picked it up and it fell, I picked it up, and placed it back and it fell again, and I looked at it, and said to myself, what is going on today, and placed it back where it belonged. I went out, again to get the mail. And when I came back in, you guessed it, it was lying helpless on the floor. I was perplexed, I looked at the dogs, and they looked at me, and turned and walked away, as if to say, you're on your own, we have nothing to do with it. And again, I played the game with the broom, and wondered what it was trying to tell me. I went upstairs, and came down, and it was resting on the floor, and this continued for the rest of the day. I wondered what this broom was telling me? It was fully charged, the floor was clean, I had been out and about last night, oh me, oh my, oh why, oh why?
Well, well, leave it to time, to tell all. Amazing how a wooden broom, can be so smart, it was telling me something, pre warning me of a problem involving the front door later that evening, it was no coincidence, it is almost erie. That night, Abagail went out to concert with Fiona, she called and said they were on their way home, I told her I was so tired I was going to sleep, but to call when they were close, but somehow, I must have lowered the volume on my phone, and really drifted into complete dream world. I never heard my daughters phone call. Abagail got home, rang the bell, kept calling, the poor doggies were barking, and then the house alarm went off. I'm not sure if my friends, the ghosts were having a tea party around my bed or what, but I was sleeping so soundly, omg! Oh dear, I scared the poor child half to death. I suppose I should have given her the key, or I should have taken the clue from my trusted broom.
"Live your life with an appreciation coincidences and you connect with a field of infinite possibilities." Deepak Chopra
Who doesn't want infinite possibilities?
Monday, May 16, 2011
Witches Common Code
Not too long ago, someone very close to me asked me if birds sing still sing in the rain? Of course, they huddle together, wrap their wings around each other, and sing their little hearts out, for the world to hear. I suppose it is like bears in the woods, and trees that fall, and lots of mysteries in the forbidden forest. We witches, are a bit of a mystery to some also, but we are really alive, present, functioning, in everyday life, even though most people never suspect us of being a witch. We carry on our day to day activities, we could be sitting next to you on a spin bike, working out next to you on a Pilates Mat, running next to you in your next marathon, on the check out line in the supermarket or health food store, your child's class mom, or shopping for a fab pair of shoes in Americana, hey you never know, we could be anywhere!
We do try to keep some cover, some people, just cannot handle us, they get all jumpy with the mention of the word, "witchcraft." The witch hunt in the Middle Ages, like those in Salem, Mass. may have eliminated a few of us, but the majority those poor people were mortals, poor souls. Many of us witches went into hiding, during that period, but, 'hello there,' obviously, we may not broadcast it, we are still living and breathing in the twenty-first century. And the truth is, we are really quite friendly, relatively normal individuals, well, as normal as you, my friend, and we usually do not cast spells, haphazardly. We do have rules we must abide by. Interested? I thought so, Witches Common Code:
1. House Rule - Law of the House says all Wicked Witches must check yourselves out the front door, you are not welcome in my home. And do not try to play 'two-face' I'll see right through you, out! There are good witches and bad witches. Bad witches are wicked witches. Witches are either good or wicked, there is no in-between, you cannot play both.
2. Witches Moral Code - 'An it harm none, do what you will.' In life you have to be responsible for anything you do, good and bad, yaya, same goes for magic, spells, and potions. You cast it, you live the consequences, sometimes good, sometimes not. Take responsibility for your actions, look into the mirror and address your issues.
3. "Law of Threefold Return" - Any spell, potion, magic you perform, be prepared for the boomerang effect, it can come back to you threefold. So be cautious, doing harm to others, will bring three times the harm back to you, doing good to others, will bring bounty of goodness back.
4. Witching Hour is for real, from 3:30 AM til 5:30 AM, everyday, every week, every month, every year. Spells and potions are quite effective during this two hour span, so beware, careful what you witch for, dearie. Oh, and those other twenty-two hours of the day, yaya, you can be sure we are out and about. Who could sleep? Lots to take care of, lots to do, even if we only keep one eye on the crystal ball, don't relax, we don't miss a trick.
So there you have it, the Common Code, witch we follow like a recipe, with one exception. You know how sometimes, people get under your skin, like poison ivy, even when it grows rampant in your garden, its starts to take over, and can really piss you off. In situations like this, we are allowed to bend the rules, just a tad, or should I dare say toad. When an individual(s) initiates the action, then we are permitted to send out a spell, yaya, and no boomerang effect, so if your in the line of fire, you better duck, because anything in our eye shot, well do I have to explain? Now, best I remind you, not all spells and potions are bad or should I say, 'evil,' as I noted previously, we are friendly, many of us are good witches, so we whip up some mighty fine good spells and delish potions that bring back more than simple pleasures. And hey, whether the nature of spell, the outcome, is positive or negative, really is a matter of opinion.
So now you know. Ready for the Sisterhood?
We do try to keep some cover, some people, just cannot handle us, they get all jumpy with the mention of the word, "witchcraft." The witch hunt in the Middle Ages, like those in Salem, Mass. may have eliminated a few of us, but the majority those poor people were mortals, poor souls. Many of us witches went into hiding, during that period, but, 'hello there,' obviously, we may not broadcast it, we are still living and breathing in the twenty-first century. And the truth is, we are really quite friendly, relatively normal individuals, well, as normal as you, my friend, and we usually do not cast spells, haphazardly. We do have rules we must abide by. Interested? I thought so, Witches Common Code:
1. House Rule - Law of the House says all Wicked Witches must check yourselves out the front door, you are not welcome in my home. And do not try to play 'two-face' I'll see right through you, out! There are good witches and bad witches. Bad witches are wicked witches. Witches are either good or wicked, there is no in-between, you cannot play both.
2. Witches Moral Code - 'An it harm none, do what you will.' In life you have to be responsible for anything you do, good and bad, yaya, same goes for magic, spells, and potions. You cast it, you live the consequences, sometimes good, sometimes not. Take responsibility for your actions, look into the mirror and address your issues.
3. "Law of Threefold Return" - Any spell, potion, magic you perform, be prepared for the boomerang effect, it can come back to you threefold. So be cautious, doing harm to others, will bring three times the harm back to you, doing good to others, will bring bounty of goodness back.
4. Witching Hour is for real, from 3:30 AM til 5:30 AM, everyday, every week, every month, every year. Spells and potions are quite effective during this two hour span, so beware, careful what you witch for, dearie. Oh, and those other twenty-two hours of the day, yaya, you can be sure we are out and about. Who could sleep? Lots to take care of, lots to do, even if we only keep one eye on the crystal ball, don't relax, we don't miss a trick.
So there you have it, the Common Code, witch we follow like a recipe, with one exception. You know how sometimes, people get under your skin, like poison ivy, even when it grows rampant in your garden, its starts to take over, and can really piss you off. In situations like this, we are allowed to bend the rules, just a tad, or should I dare say toad. When an individual(s) initiates the action, then we are permitted to send out a spell, yaya, and no boomerang effect, so if your in the line of fire, you better duck, because anything in our eye shot, well do I have to explain? Now, best I remind you, not all spells and potions are bad or should I say, 'evil,' as I noted previously, we are friendly, many of us are good witches, so we whip up some mighty fine good spells and delish potions that bring back more than simple pleasures. And hey, whether the nature of spell, the outcome, is positive or negative, really is a matter of opinion.
So now you know. Ready for the Sisterhood?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Three Cheers For Mom!
Happy Mother's Day, how was your day? Did you get enough, you know, if you're a mom, you know what I mean, not necessarily the materialistic items. A mom does it all, you know what you do, "everything," the world cannot rotate without us. So let's face it, look into that mirror, and it doesn't have to be magic, if you feel like you didn't get enough hugs, love, attention, 'mom, thank you for being there', 'making me the success that I am', 'answering the phone 24/7 and cheery to hear my voice', 'putting up with me and my other half', 'mom you're the greatest', 'mom, I love you', says it all, simple appreciation...yaya, if you feel like you weren't put on that pedestal, for one day out of the year, then listen to me, sister, if even this morning that bouquet of lilacs didn't show up on your front porch, its time to start tooting your own horn, that's right, fly that broom, dance on the table, light the candles, pour yourself a glass of champagne, mix a potion, lead your own parade, lights, camera, action, and all! You deserve it.
And don't you dare, for one second, doubt that you are feeling sorry for yourself, you're not. If nobody told you how beautiful you are, your kids didn't tell you, 'my mom is an angel?' and someone didn't say or do something that made your day-- okay forget the pedestal, how about a stepladder? You lift that chin, don't even think about allowing that lip to start quivering, I'm telling you, you are gorgeous both inside and out, you are strong and invincible, you must be, motherhood is no easy job. Come fly with me, Happy Mother's Day, even a day later, you can still celebrate. Strike up the band...
I'm bringing out the pedestals for dancing.
And don't you dare, for one second, doubt that you are feeling sorry for yourself, you're not. If nobody told you how beautiful you are, your kids didn't tell you, 'my mom is an angel?' and someone didn't say or do something that made your day-- okay forget the pedestal, how about a stepladder? You lift that chin, don't even think about allowing that lip to start quivering, I'm telling you, you are gorgeous both inside and out, you are strong and invincible, you must be, motherhood is no easy job. Come fly with me, Happy Mother's Day, even a day later, you can still celebrate. Strike up the band...
I'm bringing out the pedestals for dancing.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
A Little Spell for Love
We have all been in love, at some time in our lives, even if we were a bit delusional. And a very good percentage of us, ended up hurt; hurt, yaya, with a broken hurt, tears, then that loss of appetite, but no weight loss; nope, give me that box of chocolate and an old romantic movie, and I'm staying in bed to heal, then I'll deal. Well, when the mourning is over, well, sort of, when you can barely talk about, take those hurt feelings, and in your mind, fold them up into tiny little packages, with pretty blue bows, and tuck them away, deep, in the back of your brain. There is a little pocket back there, called the Amygdala, just for storage--hey, you didn't think I was this smart huh? yaya--so, put that little package away, for safe keeping, so you don't have to think about it. And remember this spot, whenever your heart starts aching, just wrap up those feelings and tuck them away back there. Its like putting them in a drawer, even if you get to the point where you are stuffing them in, it's okay, just cram it in and close it real tight. Once there in there and the drawer is closed, everything is out of sight, out of mind, and your heart is free to wander, oh, just one more thing.
Every time you wrap up a feeling and put it away you have to cleanse your heart of that bad feeling. Now don't worry, its like cleansing your palate, you want your heart to be free, not bogged down, so don't be silly, go for it! A little spell, and magic keeps us, witchista's in business. So, you have your choice of oranges, grapefruits or lemons. Take a quarter slice, sprinkle with mint, and a pinch of sea salt; you can then eat, the fruit and follow with a cup of ice cold water to rinse your palate. Brilliant, huh?
One day, when you least expect it, something so wonderful will come along and sweep you off your feet, and that drawer will suddenly open, all by itself, all those bad feelings will be released and just disappear, and your heart will be ready for the new relationship, someone who brightens your everyday. Someone so fab, I can feel the excitement already.
Every time you wrap up a feeling and put it away you have to cleanse your heart of that bad feeling. Now don't worry, its like cleansing your palate, you want your heart to be free, not bogged down, so don't be silly, go for it! A little spell, and magic keeps us, witchista's in business. So, you have your choice of oranges, grapefruits or lemons. Take a quarter slice, sprinkle with mint, and a pinch of sea salt; you can then eat, the fruit and follow with a cup of ice cold water to rinse your palate. Brilliant, huh?
One day, when you least expect it, something so wonderful will come along and sweep you off your feet, and that drawer will suddenly open, all by itself, all those bad feelings will be released and just disappear, and your heart will be ready for the new relationship, someone who brightens your everyday. Someone so fab, I can feel the excitement already.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Rainy Days, Not So Boring
I'm not sure where you are, but here on the East Coast, we had a rainy day, yaya, pouring all day. I normally don't mind the rain, find it kind of soothing, if I have to be out in it, I kind of have to go with it, I can't get all uptight with the bad hair day thing, just let it be, and go with it, it's going to get wet and that's it. I don't do the hat thing, the rain hat thing, that is, so passe, not that I ever did, but please girls leave those designers rain hats in your next donations bag. And we, witches find it best to stay off our brooms on days like this, some days we have to resort to mortal ways, dear me.
This morning, I was out doing my usual errands, in the sometimes torrent downpours, but by 11:30 I was back in my comfy home ready to catch up on some things I had been putting off, and my usual chores. Little did I know it would be such a productive and glorious day, without a drop of sunshine. I started the laundry and caught up on a pile of mail. I brushed up on some spells and finally cleaned out that cauldron, ugh! I charged the broom. I let the pups out and in, and then in and out, and out and back in. I tried to teach them a new trick, forget it, so much easier with a little magic and a treat. I had way too much tea, and then way too much coffee. I sent the vacuum around the house. I cleaned out my closet, and then put everything back, and the whole time I was talking out loud to the dogs, I know, they listen to me better than most peeps. I invited the ghosts out for tea, and let the player piano play. Swept the center hall after the vacuum was done, good for the soul. Maybe I didn't move any mountains, but seemed like I moved some walls around, I had a comforting day, listening to the rain, watching it, the grey day, wasn't so grey, I'm sure I spotted a bit of blue. It felt good to have a rainy day, I am looking forward to the next one. I'm sure I'll find something to do, I think I'll forget the chores...What about you?
Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain. Mae West
This morning, I was out doing my usual errands, in the sometimes torrent downpours, but by 11:30 I was back in my comfy home ready to catch up on some things I had been putting off, and my usual chores. Little did I know it would be such a productive and glorious day, without a drop of sunshine. I started the laundry and caught up on a pile of mail. I brushed up on some spells and finally cleaned out that cauldron, ugh! I charged the broom. I let the pups out and in, and then in and out, and out and back in. I tried to teach them a new trick, forget it, so much easier with a little magic and a treat. I had way too much tea, and then way too much coffee. I sent the vacuum around the house. I cleaned out my closet, and then put everything back, and the whole time I was talking out loud to the dogs, I know, they listen to me better than most peeps. I invited the ghosts out for tea, and let the player piano play. Swept the center hall after the vacuum was done, good for the soul. Maybe I didn't move any mountains, but seemed like I moved some walls around, I had a comforting day, listening to the rain, watching it, the grey day, wasn't so grey, I'm sure I spotted a bit of blue. It felt good to have a rainy day, I am looking forward to the next one. I'm sure I'll find something to do, I think I'll forget the chores...What about you?
Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain. Mae West
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?
Believe in Fairy Tales? Now, honestly, don't we all, at sometime wish and hope, even if we are five, 'Someday, my Prince will come...'? We have to dream, fantasize that the fairy tale ending, young couples can hope to one day be their wedding day. How wonderful was it to witness the day for Prince William and Cate this past Friday? As Americans, we watched, on our tellly's, at one, three, or six am, and then all day, so engaged, ourselves. Now really, we don't do that for anyone. We were so genuinely excited for them, what were we expecting something royally tacky, the usual pomp and circumstance? No, not at all, that is why we all got up, with the other two billion people. It was so perfect, yaya, it was so grand, yet so intimate, personal, so very British, traditional, and perhaps a bit modern, really two kisses! And even though, there was not a bloody American in sight, we still cheered on for more. Our stores celebrated with donuts, cakes, magazines by the racks, and Princess Cate Dolls.
I suppose, we never got over losing Jackie to Aristotle, and once we lost John, Jr. our distant last hopes of the American Camelot were gone forevermore. To know there is a relationship to have faith in, a couple that can melt our hearts and possibly withstand time, and the paparazzi, it restores the hope. As Prince William stood on the altar on Friday, in full uniform, a perfect gentleman, so elegant, with no heirs about him, no royal facade, so his mothers son, yaya, Diana's gaze, soft and gentle, the perfect Prince Charming for sure, who wasn't wishing to be Cate? Diana, was there, so present, what an amazing mother she was.
Cate listened to her mom and went to St. Andrew's, where the Prince was attending, instead of University of Edinburgh, where she was planning. Listening to her mom, turned out to be best choice, than any spell, that could ever be written, even by me.
We can all believe in fairy tales, they really do come true, just ask your mom.
I suppose, we never got over losing Jackie to Aristotle, and once we lost John, Jr. our distant last hopes of the American Camelot were gone forevermore. To know there is a relationship to have faith in, a couple that can melt our hearts and possibly withstand time, and the paparazzi, it restores the hope. As Prince William stood on the altar on Friday, in full uniform, a perfect gentleman, so elegant, with no heirs about him, no royal facade, so his mothers son, yaya, Diana's gaze, soft and gentle, the perfect Prince Charming for sure, who wasn't wishing to be Cate? Diana, was there, so present, what an amazing mother she was.
Cate listened to her mom and went to St. Andrew's, where the Prince was attending, instead of University of Edinburgh, where she was planning. Listening to her mom, turned out to be best choice, than any spell, that could ever be written, even by me.
We can all believe in fairy tales, they really do come true, just ask your mom.
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