It is about a Witch whose family casts good spells on people, but when the daughter of the family, Maggie, does this no one notices. So she casts mischievous spells to see if this gets her family’s attention.
This culminates in Maggie using a spell to take all the children's candy on Halloween. But when she realizes she has made them sad, she becomes sad too. It is the sadness that her parents notice and with their promises to work on noticing her good deeds more, she returns the candy by creating a candy festival in the town square. Why did I love this book? Well it’s about a witch (and a kid witch at that). But I also understood the feeling of wanting to be noticed and seen for the good deeds, and often not being noticed, so I’d get louder or naughtier. I also loved it for the energy it brings of casting good spells and gifting people with things that bring joy. Wise Woman Witchery was founded with the intention of helping women step into their power and be SEEN in this! If you haven’t already hop over to Facebook and join the Wise Woman Witchery group. It’s always ok to lurk, but trust me when I say I’d love to have you join in or even start a conversation. Let’s make magic!
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My mom has this great story about a time when I was three and she had pneumonia. The pneumonia part was not so great but my three year old self was pretty clever and creative if I do say so myself.
The story goes that my mom was really sick and in bed feeling miserable when she began to smell an odd scent. She couldn’t quite identify it but knew she needed to get up and see what was going on. She found me in the kitchen with a big bowl with all the spices in the cupboard dumped into it. I was making a potion and I was very excited about it! Of course this potion wasn’t really good for much outside of all the things it could do in my imagination and it took my mom literally years to replace the spices I had used. Clearly my mom was not the winner in this story. Yet I love this story because it is a little moment in time where my small self stepped into the realm of connecting with plants as magic. As an adult, plant magic is still something I connect with, in my yard, my medicine cabinet and most often in the kitchen. The simplest way I do this is through the teas I drink every day. You can find these potions pre blended for you at the market. Traditional medicinals and Yogi tea both make great blends. You can also check out the blends at Tea and Tarot (they make fabulous tisanes and are out of Connecticut but ship in the US) If you want to get a little more involved in the potion making process though, it can be really fun to make your own herbal tea blends. Be sure to use herbs that you know are safe to ingest. And example might be turmeric and ginger, or peppermint and lavender. You can keep it simple or get creative. The possibilities are endless! My husband recently taught me something new...
The acorns are thick this year. They are littered everywhere, reaching even beyond the branches of the oaks, carried by birds and winds and squirrels, stuffed into the trunks of trees and poking out of the ground, stashed as winter supplies for the critters. My husband recently shared with me that folklore around such an abundant harvest of these nuts, suggests a rough winter ahead. The idea being that these acorns are shed to support the wildlife through the coldest darkest time of the year. Science suggests that it is actually the conditions of the growing season that is ending that decides on the bounty from the oak. Instead of the future being told by this marker, it is the story of the past that is littered about under these trees. This seems fitting for this time of year. As we move closer to the final harvest I find myself in a state of reflection. This time of year as the veil between worlds thins, it is to the past where my mind wanders, and I find myself remembering. It was 20 years ago that I found myself at a public Samhain ritual for the first time and had a deeply profound trance that anchored me on my spiritual path. As Samhain approaches, my ancestor altar gets more abundant with photos and flowers and acorns too. And my memories create a lovely landscape of those I have loved who have made their way to whatever lies after this life in the next. I remember too the loss and challenges of the last 19 months and take pause to acknowledge and all that we as a collective have shared. Are the acorns dropping where you are? What storiees do you find in their harvest? What rituals of remembrance are unfolding for you? |
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February 2025
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