Little Familiars – In Stock

I was able to get the shop updated this week! The grey kitten and the purple/blue fox have been added. Head on over to the store to purchase. As always I am open for commission work. I have been able to create a few small kittens as pet memorials, which is sad, but I am happy my creation can bring some joy to those people.

Close up of a grey felt cat

A felt kitten being held in a hand.

Close up of the tail of a felted purple fox

Close up of the head of a purple and blue felt fox

I have a few more ideas in my mind and if I can figure it out I might have some fun new kittens coming soon.  For now, here is one more shot. This one was a custom piece I did . I may have to do more with their little tongues sticking out!

A felt kitten


Blessed Lughnasadh

Blessings of the harvest! The Wheel turns onwards. I am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that we are already in August. It seems like summer just started and here I am prepping for the fall.


Our mini sunflowers came in and are now decaying. We are waiting to see if we get any seeds to harvest. Our giant ones are still growing, currently they are about 5 feet tall and the flowers are starting to be created. We are very excited.

Sadly, the huge storm system killed our pepper plants. The pots were overflowing one night and we think the plants did not enjoy that much water.  My husband was able to harvest a large bowl of jalapenos, but I don’t think the last few on it will make it. We’ll see.

Pepper plant in a pot

We were busy last night so I didn’t take any time in my temple space. We did play in the yard and garden a bit, so at least we took a moment to appreciate nature. I was talking with a friend about how hard it is to find the balance to do your spiritual practices with a little person. We have to learn to make magick in different ways. So we had cuddles, giggles and a baby running around the yard. That is a special magick that I will cherish while I have it. Too soon the baby will be too cool for hanging with mom. We get so wrapped up in the idea that holidays are about rituals and tarot and specific things. Sometimes celebrating means hugs and watching dragonflies flit about your yard.

I’ve been journaling every day through Sora’s 21 day challenge and am going to continue with it. I used to journal all the time, but fell out of the practice. I have found it a nice addition to my morning routine.

I completed another custom and have been selling a few tarot readings. If you are interested in either head on over to the shop to check out the listings. The shop will be closing for a week or two in August as I will be away.

I hope that your celebration was fun filled, whatever you were able to do. Bright Blessings as we head towards Fall!

Sunflower decaying in a pot



Skulls, dreams and Wiccans

My in-laws found a beaver skull in the garage when cleaning out the hubbies grandma’s house. Immediately, they called and asked if I wanted it. I am not sure what I will do with it, but I said yes.

Being a Canadian, Beaver has symbolism to me. Spiritually though I have never worked with the animal. That may change, or this may just be something I keep as a reminder of home. Only time will tell.

skull1skull2It is beautiful. We will never know where it came from or how long it was there in the garage. For now it has a special place on my bookshelf while I ponder what I want to do with it.

I’ve been dreaming of magick again. I can feel bits and pieces of the dream, but they have faded away when the alarm goes off. I have not been sleeping well lately. My Fitbit lets me know I’ve been restless and I imagine that my dream self has been busy. I’ve been sick off and on again too. I was poking through my timehop app and realized that certain times of the year are just my sick times. I am grateful that I only get sick like once a month now, while in the past it was constant and went on for weeks and weeks. Exercise and lots of good food has helped with that.

I read something that made me sad earlier. It was yet another rant about Wiccans, by a fellow pagan. I understand why people rant. I know my faith is full of obnoxious people or overly out there people, but there are also some of us who are pretty normal. I get a bit tired of defending my faith, but I suspect that will never end. It doesn’t matter who or what, someone somewhere always has a bee in their bonnet about the way someone else practices their faith.

We all know I am pretty positive. That doesn’t mean I ignore the darkness. For those who know me well, know all about the demons I have faced, the shadows I have lived through and the shade of my belief system. I am positive because I want to be. Not because I am some sort of fluff monster, but because it makes me feel good to be full of joy and to look on the bright side of things. I can stare into the darkness and face the shadows. I’ve done it a good chunk of my life. I like balance. I’m not afraid to be angry and brood or be sad or to be joyful and silly. I follow my heart and do my best to keep myself balanced out.

Does that mean my faith is just about the light? No. I tend to not talk about the grittier parts of my practice here anymore. That is a choice I made due to circumstances in my life. I have other people in my life now and things I say and do publicly can cause them stress. So, I pick what I share here. If people are judging me based on my blog posts alone then they don’t actually know me at all.

I don’t teach the 3 Fold Law or the “harm none” rhyme.  I think it is a nice little thing to think about and it looks so pretty on paper, but I don’t think my life needs to revolve around it. I have the heart of a warrior and a protector. My mama bear rage is amazing. If something needs to be dealt with, it will be dealt with. I don’t judge people for not following it, I don’t judge others for following it. Walk your path and do it your way, but don’t force others to walk the way you want them to walk.

I get judged enough by the Christians. I don’t really need to be judged by pagans too simply because I call myself Wiccan. Like all things, my flavour of Wicca is not the same as many other people. Every so often I ponder letting go of the term. I call myself a Witch as well and my personal practice outside my group is a very eclectic witchy/pagany/I don’t know what mix. But then I think “Why should I allow the people judging me define who and what I am?” So I carry on with calling myself Wiccan.

For now I continue to use the term. My coven is Wiccan, my trad is Wiccan, my personal practice a mix of things. I’ll be me and do my best to ignore those who are judging me.

Imbolc 2015 recap

I feel like it is a bit late to blog about Imbolc, but I just uploaded the photos off my camera and thought I could say something little.

My own Imbolc was quiet as I predicted.  I crafted a bracelet of red and white beads to remind me of the holiday and left it out next to my Brigid candle for blessings. I spent a bit of time praying over my candles and then did a bit of meditating. The weekend I spent crafting and reading. It was a nice relaxing weekend. Here are a few shots of my candles. I’m looking forward to spring!

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