Ready to Fly, Happy Halloween!

So here it is Halloween, the day we wait for all year, and of course the best laid plans, need I say more…

Yaya, moi, woke up this morning with a pounding migraine, a bit too much Ghosting, aerodynamics, and oh, I hate to admit it, way too much hitting the candy corn. I needed quite a few strong gulps of that brew that I have had on the stove for the past few days, talk about wicked, whoa! And my poor Abagail had a laughter headache, ouch! We went out last night, our first stop, Larabee and her little mortals, they thought they had the last laugh with Abagail when they back tracked us, and pranked my dear with Silly String. Ha, then we were relentless in our Ghosting, waking the mortal children in their beds, remember three fold law, until my Witch went in for the bag delivery, and Larabee was waiting for her, jumping from behind the tree, sometimes she can be such a bully, but you got to love her. Today, was another barrel of toads. Larabee couldn't find her hat, yaya, big problem, she must have put it in storage when she was moving, temporarily. And obviously, it is not a hat you just go out and buy spur of the moment at Neiman Marcus, not even the Christmas Book, really. Her daughter, dare I call her an angel, Devin ended up with a virus, poor child, could she possibly be sick on a worse day? I think she ate all the ghosting candy from last night, it was awful, we felt so bad. Fiona bailed on the foreign correspondence lookout, and would only go as far as domestic, witch ended up being a sacrifice, no big deal. Jemini thankfully held her part of the bargain, and kept supercharged all day, flying around, as usual. Angelica, yaya, arrived a la Chanel, exquisite as usual, and totally outstanding, and left in a dash, off to, you know, I'm not sure where she was going, I'll have to check with the girls, huh? Thankfully, Ivy, that dear called this morning, and was able to pick up some of the loose pieces, literally, that were scattered about, she somehow manages to spread herself about. All in all, everything does get done, all the planning, and worrying, and no matter, it always works out one way or another, a few blinks, a snap or two, a few sprinkles of pixie dust, a couple of helping hands, and viola, its Halloween! Brew is on and ready, we are ready to fly, we are going to jump a couple fences, without our brooms,  and then take to the skies, see you out there...

Any trick or treaters? Yaya, come on down...

Good Night For Flying...

Fiona just texted, "Good night for flying. Nice Moon." Yaya, beautiful crescent, perfect for Ghosting, are you getting ready to go out? The Crescent Moon, tonight's moon, waxing, to many is a goddess symbol and also represents a pagan, or witch, a witch on her path, hence, you always see the symbol of the witch riding her broom, crossing the moon. What better night, how appropo, my dear for Halloween Eve…

Check back Post : The Crescent Moon
Time to clean house tomorrow.

Do You Ghost? Halloween Eve

Ok, well, I hope you resolved the costume situation by now, let's move on to today, or should I say tonight's festivities. Tradition, don't ever give up on tradition, dearie, its our roots, foundation so important, we have to keep it alive, I don't want to deal with bringing something else back to life. Halloween Eve, is a tad mischievous, a bit devilish, and dare I say fun on my end, and soon yours, my dear followers. Hey it is Halloween, and girls and boys do just want to have a little fun, yaya.

It is best to "ghost" a friend or relative, preferably with children to be the most annoying, but not required. I'm just starting to put my little baskets together now. Of course, there is a treat at the end of the scare, put some extra treat candy in a basket, bag, or bucket and put it aside for tonight. You need to write a simple note saying,
        "You've Been Ghosted!
        Keep this candy, copy the note, make another bag of candy and drop it on someones doorstep and RUN!!!
        P. S. Keep the Ghost on your window so you won't be "Ghosted" again.
       Happy Ha Ha Halloween!"

And draw a ghost at the top. You don't have to stress, no Picasso rendering required. Put the note in the candy bag. The best time to ghost your loved one is when the kiddies are about to go to sleep, and the house is dark, shutting down. Approach he house, fly by, drive by, turn the lights off your vehicle if you're a mortal, park mid way on the street, sorry you don't have a broom. Could you scratch a bedroom window with a branch? Tiptoe to the front door, try not to laugh, ring the doorbell, drop the candy, and run like the wind is on your heels, in other words like heck. Don't let them see you, mission accomplished, successful Ghost!

How many do you think you can do tonight? Watch you don't bump into to me, I'll be with Abagail on the North Shore. Happy Ghosting, good fun...

Halloween, Costume or Witch?

Here we are, Halloween close at hand, and I'm wondering, are you planning on joining in on the festivities? Is your home decorated? Or is it decorated year round? Do you need a costume, or is it your usual attire, hence once we retire the yoga wear? And I'm not talking Charlie Sheen or dear Snooky. Gaga, is another story, she falls under the sisterhood. Statistics show, fifty percent of adults really do dress up on All Hallows' Eve, the rest of us, well, I'm curious what percentage don't need a costume. And what constitutes a costume. A witch or a warlock is understandable, what about a baseball player, he needs no costume, a ghost, needs no costume, the mailman needs no costume, a monster, that's silly, there's no such thing as monster; and I bet that's close to  the other fifty percent, no costume needed. Anyway, are you ready for the day, is there fresh candy corn on the counter? Cannot have the holiday without candy corn. Are you planning on some snacks for the kid's, you do know the old cauldron will produce the best brew, so get yours out. A metaphor that can be played for many a scenario, dearie.  And I hope you are not going to get carried away, like the rest of the parents and steal your kids candy, best you get dressed, and go out and get your own.

Over here, its home is were the hearth is, truly, just lighting some extra candles to aid in some safe landings, as we get a teeny, tiny bit older you have to be ever so careful. Of course we have the cauldrons and every pot we have on the stove, researching, checking, rechecking, and if doesn't look right, hey no big deal, we just throw in another ingredient to off set it. I am enjoying the holiday with the girls. Angelica was in charge of cutting the pumpkins last night, she had some real scary tools, I think they were from an operating room, yaya, no comment. Larabee will be checking the flight patterns, Jemini will be in charge of the supercharge, Fiona will be watching for foreign correspondence, Abagail promised to watch out for the trick or treaters, and moi, am in charge of the stove, I tend to get a little carried away with the brew, more fun. So far looks like clear skies for Monday, I'll check back in with an update. If your on your way out tonight, I'm sure you look fab, whoever you are, live it, love it, its Halloween!!

Recharging Your Witch's Batteries

So over this past weekend,  I really indulged in a weedend retreat with family, mind you, I am not a spa head, more a gym mouse, always taking the working trip for my body, than the soothing flight, I know, therapy, however, this weekend, they may have slipped one of my own potions in my Figi on the way over. It was truly recharging of the soul, you have no idea how much you need it, how tired and stressed you are until you stop. I truly did miss the sisters who couldn't make it, would have been way more of a party, gathering, celebration, detox, well maybe not, but it was not a place for the children, sorry guys, love you tons. Yaya, Abagail was there, but my dear was never a child, didn't you know that?

It was a true treat for Jemini and I, who needed time together, it was paramount, and I realized then, and even more yesterday, the day after we got back. Today, I miss her too, I could cry, really, tears. Yaya, witches can cry. It is important to make time, and continue to make time. Time, if we don't hold on to it, and try to control it somehow, we lose so much of it, and it just runs away, flies-no broom, no spells, no potions, can get it back without serious consequences, no thanks. So Jemini and I, pledged we would always be there for each other, and take another vacation. I know we will never be spinsters, hey, look at us, well, imagine, we want and need to enjoy life, and the peeps we love. Put our kids, your kids aside, our and your -----, we need each other at some point to say, we still got your back, I'm here, or to just laugh with us at the person walking by. Its great to have the kids, a husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, friends, whoever, but a sister, or a brother they are blood, the bound is already there, strengthen it, let it grow and it will, no magic required.

So we returned from our little rendezvous, hit the ground flying, recharged, just in time for Halloween prepping…Remember your bro or sis this holiday, give them a scare? xoxo

PS My dear Abby, no worries, no brothers or sisters, count those lucky stars, more blood relatives than you could shake...

Witches Shoes, If the Shoe Fits...

Yesterday morning, Abagail came in to my room, and gently climbed in to my bed, I was the one under the weather, she laid there beside to me, side by side. I began thinking about a dream I had had the night before, you know how all a sudden you just remember a dream? Yaya, kind of outre, the candle just lights itself. Abagail and I were meeting with some woman for an interview, college interview, so stressed over it,  who turned out to be a witch, huh, what a surprise, and what a character, she turned around in a snap and all of a sudden, had a bit of a whisker, a big black hat, with a bit of a brogue, dashing darling, and the most peculiar glasses, with only one lens. And then she said, "I must comment on your…" I was expecting daughter, patience, uniqueness, fingernails, intelligence, but no, she says, my shoes, witch were tucked under the table the whole time. I suppose it really is all about the shoes, and if the shoe fits, but wait there is a whole chapter here… Angelica has been on my mind of late, she too has been a bit under the weather, no not the change of season, we cannot blame Mother Nature for everything you know. Angelica gave me the pair of shoes she had been wearing, she said they just didn't feel right, Chanel not right? You need to switch up your tea leaves, every now and then, keeps every thing fresh, vibrant, healthy. Besides, change is good, everyone has witnessed that, even Chanel, but so not in this case. So I was wearing Angelica's shoes, right, strange, odd, very odd, Angelica had given me a pair of her top designer shoes, not a very outrageous pair, but Chanel all the same, even more bizarre I was wearing them, I had them on my feet, believe it or not, but something was unsettling. She said they hurt her, so why oh why was I wearing them?

Of course the witch liked the shoes, but I was really never into designer shoes, boots, well that is another story. From the moment I put them on, I felt awkward, questioning why I was wearing them? They didn't feel right on Angelica? Why did she give them to me? Do I need my feet to hurt? So when the witch said she liked them, I did the most courteous and dignified, respectful, imaginable action, I took them off, and happily handed them over, graciously. I exited barefooted and lighthearted, Abagail in tow.

Today I realized, I can't solve other people problems, I know we love to try, so hard to step back from the boiling cauldron, you know? Next time, offer advice, i.e. suggestions for the mix, how many times can you throw in 'eye of newt,'? Really. Peeps have to look deep into their own crystal ball, or magic mirror, and come up with their own ingredient. If shoes hurt, change them, return them, discard them, never, ever, ever, ever give them to a friend, relative, or enemy. Why wish your problems on someone else, we all have enough of our own. Surprisingly Angelica, has had good news, since that dream, maybe there was spell on those shoes…were there shoes?

Wall Flowers, Witches and Luck

So Saturday night, there was a 'party,' yaya, Abagail and I got all dressed up like we were going to a ball. Not that we were planning on meeting a Prince, mind you, those days, dreams are way over, opportunity knocking? Not likely dearie, unless you are doing the knocking, then yaya, go go for it. We put on those slippers, they could have been glass slippers, not that we expected to be walking on eggs, my dear, that is definitely a head trip, so over it. We honestly, felt so dresssed, heck when you don't go to the nines, in heels and the little black, but do a good eight daily in your usual ensemble, boots and a cape, jeans and a tee, workout pants and a sweatshirt, or a school uniform, getting really dressed may seem like performing brain surgery in your kitchen. But don't stress, it can be done, with the right tools, some patience, a little pixie dust, and if needed,  your Fairy Godmother. Some advice, leave the pumpkins and mice outside for now.

When we arrived, everyone had on their own slippers, glass slippers, golden slippers, ruby slippers, whether they were Jimmy Choo, Chanel, Prada, Louboutin, or no name, all the beautiful social butterflies, chatting, greeting, exchanging, with a glass in their hand, you have to flutter around to find your place. Warlocks, seem to be sticking to classic black leather, Ferragamo, these days, ho hum. Butterflies don't like wall flowers, no body does, wall flowers have to get over it, and stand in those slippers, sometimes toes first, or dig those heels in, have a drink, even if it is sparkling water. Think about your own strength, from deep within, use those abdominals, nobody takes us off that wall but ourselves, spread those wings, I know, sometimes it feels like we are looking through rose colored glasses or are they green, but this is life we are looking at. Now don't you dare go thinking everyone is better off, they are more 'lucky than us,' remember what we say about luck. Luck is unreliable, across the board, blackboard, no one can live their life like a crap shoot. If you strive for success in all facets of your life-- family, love, peace, demeanor, physical appearance, business--it takes hard work, diligence, dedication, way more than luck, the easy way will always have loop holes. Granted some may live in a bit of a fantasy world, but sooner or later the carousel comes to an abrupt halt, and so does the broom, both will throw you head first. So whatever slippers you choose, believe in yourself, be happy with yourself, everyone has baggage even if its designer, stand tall, whistle for your broom if you need a bit of help, jump off the wall, act like a cat and land on all fours, or just your feet and join the party. Woohoo!

Enjoy when you can, no time for moping and cranky moods, bad days fly in, never see them coming, yaya...

Time Travel, Get Your Broom!

So here we are a bit over a month into the school year, and already I have had strep, Abagail has had strep, and now she is sick again. Funny, the entire summer, we got by, without a sniffle, a wheeze, a cough, or a headache, glory be.  A few weeks back to the school room, and the germs are swarming. Since, my daughter is a "senior," they can just drive themselves home when they are not feeling well, yaya, that's just peachy, sick and driving? Long gone are the calls from the nurse. The school nurse, who would allow students to sit for a bit, or send them back to class on a hunch,  or tell the student to try to ride it out till lunch time, or ask them what classes they had left in the day? Yaya, today's nurse, knows there are too many other students to consider, 'call your mom, and call us when you get home.' Great, just super, of course, I dropped everything, jumped on, and rushed home to meet her. She called and said she was going right home, taking a shower, and getting into bed. I told her to have a good cup of tea, yaya, mix the tea leaves, chamomile, rose hip, mint, and touch of peppermint, she was yes'ing me to death, totally not nice. Now dearies, I have a thing about getting into bed without taking a shower, if haven't figured it out already, I am a bit of a head trip, I do wear a hat.  I just said, I was a bit much, at least I know and don't deny it.

When I arrived home, I headed straight up to my darling dear. Sleeping soundly on the top of her bed, she had obviously skipped the shower and laid her tired, sickly body, flat out on top with her blankie draping over her; no matter how old you are, a blankie is comfort, maybe not mama, but security till we get there. No tea in sight. I sat down next my dear, her head slightly tilted, chin down, eyes sealed, her long chestnut hair curled at her shoulder, nose barely turned up, lips naturally stained red, the perfect shape, and although she had eye make make-up on, her eyes drawn and lashes full, for a second I was looking at my darling, my sweetie, at no more than four or five years old, a little blink, sleeping so soundly, cuddled in that same blankie. I touched her forehead, looking down, Abagail will always be that little girl, and the young lady she is today, nothing has really changed. When they sleep, dare I say, quietly, leaving the drama else where, the innocence prevails, but time matures and may challenge us, its all part of the cycle. Time does seem like magic sometimes. Time travels so, so, so fast, even Jemini's Supercharge Broom has a problem keeping up. Think back to how fast children grow up, your children, it can almost be scary quite frequently, granted some memories we would rather not remember, but a memory witnessed first hand, you want to keep in your mind and heart for a vey long time, especially when it is someone dear, like a child.  We are all given our own precious time. Celebrate, enjoy, live, laugh, love, make yourself happy, really happy, appreciate every second in life, and be thankful for time. Don't try to keep your kids small, they'll never listen, and you'll love them anyway.

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life." Steven Jobs
Thank you.

Precocious Witch

The other day, I think it was the other day, but honestly sometimes I have no conception of time, and truthfully it is an excuse witch can be quite comforting, I know what you're thinking--what the witch's wart is she talking about? Don't you ever have lapses in memory when you can't remember, what happened, because so much is happening? Are you a bit much? Unapproachable? Difficult to swallow? Riding the roller coaster past your limit? Whirlwind still blowing on the sunniest days? Sometimes it's better to loose time, let it go, try not to be, so caught up in time and it constraints, it can really drive you up the wall, right up to the cuckoo. Think about all the time lost on nonsense, almost as bad as spending... forget it I'm not going to go there. So, I like to escape, every now and then, and lose a day here and there, and just not remember if yesterday was really yesterday, or was that two days ago, or was it three? Nothing more than a slight mental slip up, mental over load, mental excuse, maybe its from riding the broom too far above the radar zone, no, nada, negative, I've been doing that way too long,  whatever, nobody's perfect, yaya, who wants to be perfect anyway, way too much maintenance, forget that, way more important stuff to worry about, yaya for sure! For now, I'll brew a cup a tea, stir the pot, throw some fresh new ideas in, check in on the girls, try to stay focused, but oh, where oh where, did I leave that broom? And never, ever, ever, ever doubt myself for a single iota, I still got it, sharp as a tack. And to anyone who still thinks we are unapproachable, more power to us, join me as I raise my glass, cup, mug, you got it…

"Women put up walls not because we don't want to let people in. It's because we want to see who loves us enough to break them down."