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May 9, 2021
Here we are, this deeply into the month of May, and it’s snowing.
That’s what I get for not having sex on May Day.
Well, I’m going to remedy the situation, right now. It’s not too late.
Ancients knew to bless the budding green and burgeoning crops by making love in Spring.
Part One: The Problem with Trying to Change
Healing my spirit, increasing inner power, becoming my biggest self—these can be terribly challenging.
I suspect everyone becomes discouraged about inner growth, now and then, feeling like it’s just too much to take on. It is not unusual to think that life’s hard enough as is without also trying to grow spiritually and emotionally.
Personal transformation can be daunting. Faced with all the effort that might be required, a person might end up just watching Netflix instead.
We Are Goddess Tiamat
A dragon coils around the Earth.
A dragon coils around us.
The dragon is Tiamat,
Great Mother Creator of All.
We are each the Great Mother.
Each of us, individually, is the Creator of All.
Take a moment:
Feel your power—you are the dragon Tiamat,
Great Mother Creator of All.
Silence about one’s magic is a long-standing witch—and Druid— tradition.
Buddha would not discuss theory or cosmology because doing so wouldn’t leave enough time for spiritual practices. I feel somewhat similarly about magical spells I do.
Talking about them more than needed drains the energy out of them and distracts me from the focus, inner growth, and realizations that help me do an effective, safe spell.
I wish you and yours all blessings, this holiday season and in the new year.
Since we won’t be visiting face-to-face, I made a little video of what you’d see were we visiting here.
My ego gives me wings.
I am dragon and eagle.
I stamp my impatient foot,
and evil runs off,
as if Exu had blown it away with dynamite,
or Oxala had blown it away with a gentle breeze.
Winters here are rough.
The photo shows one of the last tiny harvests before the cold locks me indoors for too many days.
In the jar is lemon balm—wee clippings from the very top of the plant, since the lower leaves are already weathered beyond use. Likewise, the jar holds a mere five inches of nettle leaves and nettle seeds from the top of a stalk.
The harvest also includes gorgeously dark peppermint and some fuzzy, pale mint. The square-stemmed plant is ready to assault my tongue with glory, if there’s enough mint in the jar to storm my tastebuds. If not, a more gentle mint taste will sweeten and enliven the tea blend.
