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New Year and All That Jazz

 Blessed New Year, sweetlings! I hope the first three weeks of the new year have been kind to you all. The first two weeks were rough here, but it seems we're on the up and up. The Toddler contracted RSV and passed it on to the Little Lady, then on to me, so it was a lot of coughing, crying, Motrin, nebulizer treatments, late nights, and naps. The Toddler is a hellion when it comes to taking any kind of medicine (he punches, kicks, and spits it all out), but we were able to figure out that putting little bits on a spoon at a time really helps him. So.. yay.. ? Lately I've been thinking a lot about resolutions. Now, regardless of which category you find yourself in, whether yay or nay, I think there is something promising in setting resolutions for the new year. I tend to think of resolutions as goals and aspirations. Sometimes, especially when I've hit a rough patch, they can be anchors or ways to bring back some focus when I'm feeling undone by the chaos of life. They ...

Mini Protection Jar

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Back in July, I was set upon the task of working some magick. I had the urge to make a small protection jar, but I was worried I didn't have the materials for it and kind of put it off. It kept nagging at the back of my mind, which I'm pretty sure was the Old One, nudging and reminding me to get it done. So, I got it done. I was also supposed to post it here on my blog after I finished it, but life with two Littles got in the way and I'm finally just getting to it now. Yeah... my track record isn't so great right now with keeping up with tasks He sets me on. Little Lady had her cleft lip surgery done last month and it's been a struggle getting back to our normal routine. The surgery went great though and she's all healed up. I just wish she would start sleeping through the night again. But that's what coffee and Red Bull are for I suppose... Also, if you're looking for me to give a run down on the history and uses of spell jars and what not, you are sadl...

To Dream a Dream... but is it really just a dream?

 So, things have been... strange... lately. A very certain... weirdness, if you will. One that I am actually, quite honestly, excited about. See, when you're a stay at home parent who doesn't get to venture out into the world often ( we're a single car family and I have health issues preventing me from driving ) anything that isn't butt wiping and bottle washing, is very exciting. Most exciting is that I've made a new friend. Well, sort of. By friend, I mean Deity. And by Deity I mean the Old One. The Man in Black. He Who Dwells in the Dark to Bring Forth the Light. You know....... Yeah.. you can imagine my surprise as well. But I'll paint the scene. Imagine. Georgia. 2022. I've been dreaming of the forest since I had my daughter in April. Dark trees, fog, blue glowy moonlight, and a dark figure standing at the edge of the woods. He feels old, and dark, and deep. Not like Cernunnos who is OF the forest/woods/land. This one was just IN the woods, but is OF th...

The Wheel Turns to Imbolc... and my favorite soup recipe

Well, that was a quick month. January feels like it flew by. Between my Covid recovery (taste and smell finally came back last week) and all the many doctor appointments and tests I've had to deal with, I was busy, but don't feel as if I was very productive. January always leaves me feeling powdery and reclusive. But once February comes, I start to feel restless, as if preparing for Spring makes all the stagnations I've collected crawl out from beneath my skin. But.. alas.... The Wheel has turned and Imbolc is upon us! I won't go into crazy detail about the day. Mostly because there are plenty of blog posts and articles that delve into the holiday and it's meaning and what not. Imbolc is a cross-quarter day that honors the Celtic/Gaelic Goddess Brigid. Usually celebrated from sundown February 1st to sundown February 2nd, it is considered the middle point between the Winter Solstice and the Vernal Equinox. The Earth is stirring and buzzing with the promise of Spring ...

Welcome (again) To Wild Witchings!

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. My name is Autumn and this is again, a restart of the blog I had planned to work on last year but didn't get around to it because 2021 sucked too much to even comprehend reality. So, yay! Let's start over!    It's a new year. I had so much planned for myself to kick off the year, but then Covid came and knocked us all on our asses. The Toddler had a fever and cough for maybe 36 hours and was back to his normal self. The Teenager still has some congestion, but he had a small fever and just general ickiness. Both V and I have been really congested with coughs, fatigue, and headaches, but I'm the super lucky one who lost their sense of smell and taste! Such a magickal time!  So, anyway... I have plans for this year. Plans to reconnect with my creativity, my spirituality, my self. I'm not bound to any Gods this year, so this is particularly exciting. There's a lot I want to do. I want to write poetry and stories and blog ...