Earth Faery 3 piece Set

Today, is the 13th. It’s a Monday too – you’re thinking well duh, it’s marked here on your blog header. The thing is, 13 is my favorite number, but it’s also my lucky number. I’ve always loved it, it’s always been lucky for me. Friday the 13th has ALWAYS been my favorite ‘spooky’ day, next to October 31st. Samhain , or as most of the world knows it – Halloween.

Today has been a culmination of many many wonderful magickal things. I’ve heard ‘that voice’ calling for a long time. You know the one I’m talking about. Your true purpose. Mine has been calling for me, whispering the joys of following that path. Giving me hints of what it’s going to be like if i follow it. I’ve tried several times to follow it. Grasping at what i thought my ‘voice’ was saying. Never quite reaching it, until the past couple of weeks. Every time inspiration hits i work with it. Every idea for fleshing out my dream i write it down.

I have a few authors to thank for helping me see what has been out of focus for so many years. They’ve inspired me in ways i don’t think they’ll fully understand.  I’ve always had a passion for designing, working with my hands. After reading a series of books by Elizabeth Lowell, I knew i wanted to make jewelry, but i was still so very young then (barely 20) and also still new to my chosen witch path that i wasn’t ready to figure that part out. Still that voice called to me. Next is Nora Roberts. I believe she either researches her stories extremely well, or mayhaps have a bit of magick in her too. Her Three Sisters trilogy was another step in the direction i needed. Helping to form a more solid idea in my mind of what i wanted to manifest in my life. The third author Laura Stamps, and her Witches of Dixie series are what finally kicked my magical life back into gear fully. I’m only on the first book. Starting Ravena’s story – chapter two, but it’s a work of pure magick. It’s also given me the kindling I’ve needed to put all my ideas into motion.

I’ve been working with my magick and energies again since the beginning of December. Shortly after we moved into our new home here in Maine.  When we were looking at houses to rent here, it was like ‘coming home’ after crossing into this wild rural yet touristy area. Everything is sleeping here, winter is cold, yet beautiful. There is an abundance of magick if one just stops to feel for it.  I’ve felt my energy an magick soar in this wonderful place, like it hasn’t done in years. It’s like a reawakening. It’s refreshing and i just want to share it with everyone.

Blue Agate with quartz heart pendant with copper wire

My voice, has been telling me to walk my Gypsy’s path and connect stronger with the pagan community for years. I knew i wanted a business – but not that typical ‘new age’ thing that goes out of business within a few years. I want something more sturdy, something that will tantalize and offer something for everyone. I don’t want all the ‘mass made’ items. I want to have items created by local artisans and other fellow pagans & witches. I want to have art and food, charms, herbs, and potions.  Sometimes they’re all the same

Because I’ve listened and worked hard to follow the path my ‘voice’ has been whispering to me for so many years, Peace and Prosperity have become a part of my life again.  This is not an easy thing to accomplish in such harsh times, but i know this is my path, my destiny. I feel no resistance when i walk this path.  My body is healing itself from old blockages because I’ve stopped fighting what was meant for me.

A silly yet perfect example  - for years I’d lost my sense of smell. Since I’ve pushed forward with my dream, and one step farther shared it for the world to see now, i can smell a little better every day. right now? I can smell our leftover lunch and cinnamon? that one baffles me but hey, it’s better than not smelling anything. Believe me..not being able to smell things is a blessing and a curse.  Not being able to smell your son’s dirty diapers, or when someone lets one rip..it’s a blessing! However, when you can’t smell the flowers, or what your cooking for dinner, or your favorite perfume..or the millions of other wonderful scents, it’s a curse. A recent blog post by Laura Stamps mentioned this sort of blockage – not being able to smell/stuffiness- and what it meant metaphysically. It was as if yet another lock had been turned and a piece of me began to heal as I’d realized what I’d been doing wrong.

I’m gonna get going for today. I’ve dumped quite a lot on y’all today. Maybe you’ll have learned something today.. I know I’ve learned quite a lot in the past couple months.

until next time.
Blessings and Gentle Breezes