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Honey, Silver, and Garnet

Gifts of bee awesomeness

December is a busy month for this witch taking me away from blog writing, but not from my art. I’ve been creating magical websites for clients, writing and illustrating an article for Witches & Pagans, crafting ritual tools, painting, sketching, packaging orders for both my shops, and subsequently running out of all my herbs and resins (everything will be restocked in January). There will be lots of Yule rituals and parties to run around to and work contracts to finish before January, so things will most likely stay low-key around here and in the shops until after Hogmanay.

Today I went to the Women’s Winter Faire in Vancouver at the gorgeous Heritage Hall with the lovely witchy Holly (and of course left my camera at home). It’s in its eighteenth year now with only female crafters allowed to vend their wares of everything ranging from clothing and accessories to soaps, jewelry, pottery, and woodwork. Hopefully I’ll have my shit together next year so I can vend there either with my art or as Forest Grove Botanica. I came home with herbal tea, a handmade makeup bag with fat little owls, cotton handkerchiefs for my grandfather, and a red moon necklace made by my friend Nikiah (which I’ve been eyeballing since she first started her silversmithing).

Delights from Red Moon Designs

Nikiah also had a bag for me of two big jars of honey from the lovely beekeeper Nao (of Honey Grove Farm and co-author with Nikiah of Moon Mysteries) and Solstice gifts from her of homemade cookies of ginger and chocolate-sea salt, a jar of gooey honey from her own bees, dark honeycombs filled with dead brood (hello bee necromancy!), and to my delighted surprise one of her gorgeous new antler pendants with her own silverwork (which I’m currently wearing). After our successful shopping, Holly and I went to a little café nearby for yummy tea and dug into the cookies while chatting about life, magic, and men. Life is good and I’m so looking forward to all the Winter Solstice mischief and mead this coming week! Wassail!

Tarot at the Bone Altar

Reading with the Wildwood Tarot

Playing with the Wildwood Tarot which I got in a trade with a friend where we both swapped decks we just couldn’t read with. I like it so far, but am reading with it intuitively and won’t touch the book. I find reading a book first can make one dependent on it instead of knowing and trusting the cards. I find the more decks Will Worthington does, the less cartoony his people become, but it’s plants, trees, and animals where he really shines. It’s not as wonderful and visceral as the original Greenwood Tarot, but it’s close and the primal shamanic-forest symbolism really speaks to me.

Yule Sumbel in the Forest

Hearth fire

It was a mystical foggy day, the rain only a light mist and the tall trees veiled in grey. We Heathens, and Witches, and Pagans met in the forest and on the way in along the dirt road I saw a small doe who stopped to stare at me with her dark liquid eyes instead of running away. We covered the walls of the outdoor log shelter in tarps on the outside and tapestries on the inside. The beams hung with lanterns and antlers and were covered with boughs of fir and holly, fallen to the forest earth with the recent winds.  The floor was strewn with more evergreens whose needles released their pungent resins when crushed under our feet. More tapestries for table cloths and tables covered in candles. We turned the log shelter into a mead hall and lit a big fire in the stone hearth to keep us warm for the cold dark night.

The sun set and we all gathered for the sumbel. We offered grain to Sleipnir and then passed the mead horn to toast the gods and spirits, then the ancestors, then to boast, make oaths, sing songs, and tell stories. Bright faces lit by the fire, the scent of evergreen and woodsmoke, the howling of coyotes just outside our make-shift mead hall, and a full moon hiding behind the thick fog in the sky. After the solemnity and stories of sumbel we ate and drank our fill from the feast table. Eyes bright with mead and ale and bellies full, we brought out the drums; the quick complex beats of many djembes and the deep booming of the frame drum accompanied by a rattle, wooden flutes, and sometimes a song.

Magic and mead and music. Wassail!

Hekate’s Oak

"Hekate's Oak" by Sarah Lawless

A little sneak peak at a ritual tool project I’m working on with more to come.  Acrylic on goat skin – an oak tree grows from an owl skull with leaves and acorns in sets of three.

Fear and Doubt

I have a secret to share with you all: we all feel fear and doubt on this path, it will always come and go, and it’s completely normal -healthy even. We fear we’re not doing it right. We fear magic’s not real and what we do doesn’t work. We fear magic is real and our spells will work. We fear the otherworld and spirits are real and what will happen if we do take the steps to interact with them. We fear what we might hear, see, experience, or that it will alternately be nothing at all. We are afraid of success and failure at the same time.

If you’re not afraid, you’re either not human or you are stuck in a place of comfort and are instead afraid to move further along on the path preferring to stay in the safe zone you’ve carved out for yourself. If you don’t have those moments of doubt and fear now and then, it may be likely that you’ve stopped walking your path, afraid of the thorns and hidden dangers ahead. But we all fear, so chin up, hiking boots on, and walk bravely again on your path into the unknown.

I tell myself and others that if you are uncomfortable and feel a little chill of fear up your spine when you practice magic and ritual, you’re doing it right. The more uncomfortable you feel, the more barriers you break and the more progress you make along your path. Courage is acting anyway in spite of fear and doubt.  It is faith and action. We are all tested by the gods and spirits, to see what we will do. Will we stop where we are, will we give it up and run away, or will we keep going despite our fears?

Do things that take you out of your comfort zone; host rituals for others, perform rituals and practices you’ve been afraid to or put off for one excuse or another, reach out to spirits and gods on a regular basis and seek communion with them, listen to the voices within and follow your intuition, and set aside time to actually do the work – do it anyway even though you are afraid. The exhilaration of accomplishment from pushing through your fears is well worth it and you will need to do it again and again walking this crooked path. The initiation, the becoming, never stops. This path isn’t meant to be easy after all, if it was everyone would walk it, but they don’t because it is narrow, crooked, steep, and sometimes treacherous. Give into the dark night of the soul, face and deal with the secret fears you hide deep within yourself, embrace them, and come through it transformed. We all fear, you are not alone.

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