Monday, September 12, 2022
Mini Protection Jar
Thursday, July 21, 2022
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 the world. Ancient like ruins, but beyond the scope and limits of time. Beyond the understanding and measurement of life itself. He was All and yet not belonging to anything. He was there, as if he was waiting to be acknowledged or invited. Just... waiting for me to decide.
I saw him again in a half dream last week while I was dozing with my baby. I was somewhere in between consciousness and sleep and when I saw him I said "Lucifer. The Man in Black. Old Scratch. Seriously?" and then he laughed and said "About time. Let's go." And I shit you not, it was as if he were next to me when I heard him. I woke up completely then and looked around in the off chance it was my fiancé, and then I remember he was at work so it couldn't have been him talking to me. But the house was empty except for me, the Toddler, and the baby.
Part of me wants to sit here and say that I don't know why i was dreaming of him or why he was there waiting for me. But the truth is, I'm the one who called out to him first. I've been the one waiting for an answer. So, he showed up, asking if I was still wanting to do this and my answer is.. abso-fucking-lutely.
I'm ready for change. For magick. For things to finally get moving. I'm ready to find myself again.
-Autumn-
Monday, January 31, 2022
The Wheel Turns to Imbolc... and my favorite soup recipe
2 tsp Salt
1 1/2 tsp ground black pepper
1 Tbsp garlic powder
1 Tbsp onion powder
2 tsp dried Parsley Flakes
1/4 cup flour
3 cups chicken broth
2 tsp chicken bouillon
2 cups milk, warmed
2-3 lbs yellow potatoes, cut into 1 in. cubes
3/4 cup Half & Half
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup Parmesan
Dice bacon and cook until crispy. Drain bacon and reserve 3 Tbsp of the grease. Add onion, carrots, and celery to pot. Cook until onions start to become translucent. Add seasoning, stir. Add flour and cook 2-3 minutes, stirring frequently. Add chicken broth and bouillon, stir until everything is well mixed and smooth. Add potatoes and milk. Bring to a simmer. Lower heat to low, cover with lid. Simmer until potatoes are fork tender. Mash some of the soup. Add half & half and sour cream. Mix well. Continue simmering until warmed through, 3-4 minutes more. Taste and add seasoning if it needs it. Turn off heat and add parmesan and some of the bacon. Mix well and serve.
*Seasoning depends on how salty bacon and broth are.*
Monday, January 10, 2022
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 and get back into reading Tarot and Oracle cards. I want to do all the Witch Crafting and spell working and dive deep into the Chaos. I want to add to my Grimoires and make more candles. I want to start crafting oils and charm bags and just Create and Enchant and Empower like never before. I want to open myself back up to Spirit and just get back to where I was. I want to be enveloped in the magick. I really want to go old school with the blogging, though, like back to 2011 blogging when it was more fun/personal/authentic. Where I share just random shit all the time. Like recipes (food and otherwise), spells, wonderings, thoughts.. stuff like that...
Most importantly, though, my biggest and dreamiest plan is to really not give a fuck anymore. Fuck social media and algorithms. Fuck looking professional and the constant marketing myself mindset. Fuck the "content creating" and following all the popular trends that literally last maybe a day or two before something else comes along to grab our attention. I just really, REALLY don't want to give a fuck anymore. I tried. It didn't work out for me. If anything, it really added a special layer to my depression that I never want to experience again. I just want to enjoy being Me again without having to think twice about anyone else.
So, yes... Welcome.. Welcome! I hope you all enjoy whatever it is we got going on over here. And if not, that's okay.
-Autumn-