Down the Faery Path

Down the Faery Path

Well I have been a merry dance, is so often the way with these things. Where to start?

Well my Witchling is a ling no more. Her first blood came and with it a whole bunch of release and joy and as a mother a pinch of sadness too (my baby).

I was all of a dither, especially after being so violently ill. We had very little prepared. 

We as a family did her official initiation. She choose her name (she will be referred to here now as E).

It was simple and beautiful and moving. 

Friends and family from all over the world sent her gifts and her athame arrived and TK worked her new name on it.

It was a bright beautiful time.

Yet many folks didn't bother. Didn't even comment. 

I have been meditating a lot. I have also been dreaming profusely. Last night I out did myself by meditating in my dreams!

The house has been a buzz with magick and faery energy. The garden is full of bees (about a hundred on one tree in the back garden). I have been cleansing, clearing warding my temple and home. I have been with drawing back into my Faery space.

They have been very healing, loving but I have had this strange coldness (I am rarely cold) and I have been a human Popsicle under blankets and even socks (I am a barefoot girl) since the beginning of...what ever this is.

My Blue Lady and AA spirit guides have been around a lot. I have been on the end of the phone trying to help folks in pain and heartache too.

Yet this phrases has been bouncing around my skull (thanks to Gayla and Mumsy)

You already know who you really are.

It is a truth and I have let go of the need for approval and made space for all the Faery in me. All the witch; the healer, teacher, poet, seer, Priestess, Warrior, dancing into the fullness of myself.

 So many things have unraveled in the salt of my baths (I'd live there right now if I could) as I wash away other people's memories and dreams. Wash away their feelings, their rages, guilt's and fears. Wash away a few of my own.

I have barely been able to eat too. Everything makes me feel queasy.  Some toast here, a meal there but the heartburn catches me. I have been eating a lot of vegetarian food, mostly for it's simplicity. So many people have been tangled like knots in my hair eating my light, my fierce alive fire and as I wash them away I watch them drain down the plug like fragments of soap worn too small and thin.

I feel so light. So free.

So light-headed!

I am working on arty stuff, on Morrigan incense and Great Crow Queen Morrigan Spirit Dolls as I weave between worlds. 

Bright Blessings xxx

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