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This shall be your perfect day,
I’m sending blessings straight your way.
A beautiful friend you are to me,
Love and Magick, my wish for thee.
One single candle, the brightest fire,
A birthday filled with your desire.
Happy Birthday my beautiful
A Birthday Wish for Hawthorne
Thursday, July 24, 2008, 11:23 AM EST [Magick and other Hocus Pocus]
You Just Have to Believe
Sunday, July 13, 2008, 05:26 PM EST [Magick and other Hocus Pocus]
I am a Solitary witch, connected to every other witch through Magick. Whether that Magick is a meditative expression sent to another, a spell or charm that brings help or love to someone else, an intuitiveness that lets me know the other is thinking of me or the use of electronic Magick… the internet. Solitary, but not alone in the world at all. I feel connected to every witch living, every witch that lived before and every one that is to be. I have tried to express or explain... others have tried the same. All of it makes perfect sense, even when the thoughts are opposite in belief, both are true. It comes down to two things for me. One: in order to truly be a witch, I must make the art of witchcraft my own… I must pour myself into everything I do. If I am just performing a spell or charm I read in a book without making it a part of who I am, then where is the Magick? I try, really try, to show reverence when I am casting… but I am seriously such a goofball that being serious isn’t me. I giggle a lot when I am spellcasting. I used to think that was making a mockery of the art. But, it is who I am. So my giggling or any other “non-seriousness” becomes a part of my craft and makes the Magick that much more powerful. Because it’s me. Two: I just have to Believe. That is such a simple statement, but it is the most power I have heard. I have heard it before, but I heard it again today and it was just what I needed to hear. A man was telling a young child to feel the Magick. He asked how he could know it was Magick and the man said “You just have to Believe.” The big answers for me are usually so simplistic that sometimes I over look them. If I believe in my Magick, then it becomes real through my believing. I have the power to make it real. No one can make it real for me… that responsibility falls on me. And no one can make me being a witch real for me… if I believe I am a witch then I give that possibility power and it becomes true. All this time I have been trying to prove to myself, or convince others of my witchiness… all I ever had to do was believe… *slaps forehead*
Inspiration Taking Over
Saturday, July 12, 2008, 01:38 PM EST [Magick and other Hocus Pocus]
The witch cottage was deathly quiet this morning. I cherish moments like that. I read about an artist once who would wake up at 5am every day. She would brew her cup of coffee and head to her studio and paint the morning away. I drifted off into a dream state and I read on as she described her newly built studio that had been placed just off the main house and how the sun shown in through the windows at day break into the peaceful room as she began her day. Yeah right, must be nice. *snaps out of the daze* She also had just re-married, had been a paid artist for several years and had no children. So yeah, she could live the dream life. The rest of us need to manage and balance the real world in order to get that slice of creative time. And we take it when we can get it. It’s not something we can plan everyday. “Oh I think I will be creative from 7am til 3pm every day, m’kay?” Let’s be realistic here. Sometimes the universe slows down long enough to give us a slice of time at the crack of dawn, other times it will be after midnight and, of course, we will always need to be on our toes for every other opportunity that pops its head up in between. And then, even if we are gifted the time, who knows if the creative inspiration will strike us when we need it. I have been carrying a notebook… a truly hideously witchy-green suede journal. I love it. Inspiration taps me on the shoulder or whispers in my ear at the most inopportune times. In the middle of the night is the favored time… favored by the inspiration, not by me, I assure you. I’d kind of rather be sleeping then. While I’m driving is another great zinger time. Jotting down uber cool ideas while driving has become one of my acquired skills. When I look around and breathlessly listen for the sounds of family and see or hear nothing… the notebook comes out and I get my ideas into the computer. So, this morning was one of those rare moments. I decided to get to work. I was ready to write my blog for the day and then write more of the book until Chaos and Pandemonium got out of bed. I knew I had to work fast and fervently as things could change at any moment and most likely without notice… unless you consider the sounds of two arguing children “notice”, then yes, I do get that. I was literally in mid sentence when inspiration struck… I was writing a few thoughts… when all of a sudden I was over taken by a story. At first I thought I was to blog in a story fashion to shake things up a bit and make it more fun to read but then this story just consumed me. The result is that I have another story line ready to develop. Exciting, yes? I have no idea where this story will go. Actually, when I write something and it takes off like this, it ends up being somewhere in the middle of the story. I kind of build the story around the few pages that pour out. I think I could even twist it around a bit and use it in the story I am already writing. That should be easy enough. I really do not know where I want that book to go anyway, so this could be it. And I certainly don’t need to have more than 2 books going on at the same time. I think that would just add way too much stress and that is the last thing I would order. The crows were cawing in the back yard as I was flipping back and forth just now… I guess they are telling me to stop thinking and just write! While the Magick is still swirling around my head I will dive back into the story. May Magickal Swirling Purple Glitter-Dust fill your day! Merley. PS… Thank you so very much for all of the wonderfully supportive comments on my post. I was seriously nervous about nothing. :)
Refections in a Cracked Mirror
Thursday, July 10, 2008, 10:32 AM EST [Magick and other Hocus Pocus]
Have you ever looked at your reflection in a cracked mirror? The pieces don’t quite fit together and you really need to use your imagination or your memory or even your sense of what you THINK you look like to make the pieces fit. The image becomes clear… at least clear in your own mind, since the image will never really be clear with all those cracks in the way. This would all be no big deal really, unless I was using this mirror to determine what needed to be changed or rearranged in my face. Then, we have a problem. I might not like where my nose is in the mirror and begin working to have it fixed, all the while my nose is perfectly fine. Others may try to convince me that there is nothing wrong, but if I continue to use this flawed mirror, I will always see that my nose needs help. The energy, time and money I could put into getting this fixed could be enormous. If only I could see that the mirror was the problem not me. This is very much like scrying in turbulent water. The vision of truth will never become visible. Every witch knows that in order to successfully scry, she needs calm water… or a flawless mirror. If the water is slashing about, your visions will be distorted… if you see anything at all. I have been in such a hurry to change me, to create a brand new future for me that I have not taken the time to make sure that my mirror isn’t cracked before looking in and I certainly haven’t been waiting for the waters to calm before I peek into the future. I am a reactive witch. I make split second decisions in the middle of the storm. I have always gotten away with it, maybe because my Fire always counteracts the Waters, or maybe I’m just good at making decisions in the heat of the moment. I have often been told that I would make an excellent 911 operator because the world could be crashing down on someone and I would be able to calmly talk them through, knowing exactly what to and what not to do. But when it’s MY emergency though… watch out. :) I have been going through a bit of an identity crisis of sorts for some time now. And like the “fix it now” witch that I am, I have been scrambling for the answers… cracking mirrors and stirring waters along the way. I have not been calmly looking at anything. I have had no patience and the end result has been me bouncing around from belief to belief and getting nowhere fast. I have begun to learn how to ground. Grounding has helped so much and the mirrors are not cracked anymore and the waters have calmed. I have actually been able to calm myself down long enough to see some really cool answers. Who I am is becoming visible and it feels wonderful. I am very different than a lot of my closest friends here. I am not Wiccan and I am not Pagan. I am a Witch, but I do not share in the same beliefs as many who are here. I had believed that in order to be a Witch, I had to be Pagan. Through a lot of soul searching, I have discovered that this is not true. I explored Wicca and many other forms of Paganism and know in my heart that none of them fit what I believe. Yet, I know that I am still a Witch. The thought of being different is really beginning to bug me and I am working through it. The thought that I don’t fit in here crossed my mind. Color me silly, I know. But I have worried about that. I woke this morning realizing that all of our differences are what makes our circle so cool. And the fact that we are all so diverse, yet so close is really very Magickal. And no matter what path we take, we are all searching for the same truth. I love my sisters here and I hope that you will still love me. *fingers crossed* Love, Merle.
Just Hangin
Sunday, July 6, 2008, 07:46 PM EST [Magick and other Hocus Pocus]
Just hanging out today with not much going on. This was a tremendously wonderful weekend. I took the girls to see ‘Wall-E’ and ‘Get Smart’. Both were very cute movies. We opted not to get personal fireworks this year. They always make me so nervous and I really could not bring myself to spend the money. So, the girls hung out with friends down the street on the night of the fourth to see the fireworks there. We have a huge neighborhood with a tons of young guys who start setting off fireworks nightly (even the illegal aerial ones) somewhere in June and do not stop until nearly August. And they put on a huge show on the fourth. Ah, testosterone... gotta love it. But, it does provide the neighborhood with entertainment. Not to mention giving every dog within hearing distance a reason to bark all night. :) Last night we went to see the town fireworks and it was pretty much a bust because for some reason they were shooting them off really low this year. And then, it was so overcast and humid that the smoke from the fireworks was hanging so low and sticking around so it was blocking our view. This seems to be turning into a whining session. Our weekend has really been very good. I spent today doing some major cleaning. That has felt so good. The girls usually mess things up faster than I can clean, so I took advantage of the fact that they have been outside playing most of the day. Always thinking, I am. Thanks to Mr. Witch, I now have a plan for moving the toys in the girls’ room down into the basement on shelves. That will free up a lot of room in there and make things seem a little more clutter free. We witches need to play as many tricks on the eye as we can get away with. ;) It will mean reorganizing the basement a little, especially my craft supplies, but I am up for it. It so needs to be done. I have also been writing like a mad woman… so many ideas for my book have been pouring out onto the keyboard. As long as I stay focused, it should be finished by the end of July. Then I will need to re-read the children’s book I have had finished since last summer and begin writing the second book in the series. Well, I made a killer cherry pie for dessert toady. I am going to go dive into that right now! Love you! Merle.
