Sunday, April 21, 2013
We collect junk all year round. The "As Seen On TV" avocado masher we just had to have (because we MIGHT want to make that guacamole some day!), coffee mugs from every amusement park we ever visited, popcorn tins from Christmases past, sixteen pairs of jeans we MIGHT fit in again some day, old cell phone cords, floppy disks (remember those??), umpteen pens and pencils, and if you live in my house - 30 different screwdrivers in 7 different drawers around the place. And shoes, shoes, and more shoes. My middle name is Imelda Marcos. (Google that, you younger ones who don't get the reference! LOL!)
For years, I had much of my "stuff" in storage. When I moved back to Pittsburgh from Baltimore in 2004, about a third of my stuff went into a storage unit. Just not enough room in the house we bought. To clarify - this particular "we" was my ex-husband and I. When we sold that house 3 years later and had nowhere to go but 2 adjoining efficiency apartment rooms at a local hotel, over 75% of our "stuff" went into an even bigger storage.
Eight months later, we split up. I left the hotel and moved into a house I rented. My life was
This stuff continued to haunt me. I felt the blockage of energy every time I went out to the garage. I stopped doing that (going out to the garage). It gave me such horrible anxiety to look at all that STUFF. I didn't have the time or energy to deal with it. With owning a retail shop and not always being in the best of physical health, it was just too monumental of a task.
Fast forward to December of 2012 when my husband and I decided that we'd had enough of the harsh Pittsburgh winters, and decided to head south. Our goal was to close the retail shop, clean out the house, and move to Tennessee. YAY! This was going to be GREAT!
The first hurdle was, of course, closing the retail shop. This resulted in a NEW need for storage space to store all the STUFF from the store. Oh my! We accomplished this task on March 31st and then spent a week just chillin' and relaxing at home. We were beat. Physically, mentally, you name it.
If you're like me, you can appreciate the hopeless and helpless feeling of "OH MY GODDESS WHERE DO I START?" But, with my honey by my side, we opened the garage doors and he plugged in the satellite radio to provide some "Music to throw shit out by". And so it began, one box at a time, one bag for Goodwill at a time, one trash bag at a time, we cleared the junk, the shit, the crap, the hoard pile, and WE DID IT! I ended up with 3 plastic bins out of untold tens of boxes that I filled with all the stuff I really needed to keep. Goodwill made out like a bandit. We reclaimed 90% of our space in the garage and back porch, and found that this move to Tennessee was going to be a TON lighter than we had thought.
De-cluttering feels good. Energy is flowing freely, I feel like a huge weight has finally (after almost 10 years) been lifted from my shoulders. Oh, don't get too excited. I still have several rooms INSIDE the house that need more de-cluttering. Just yesterday I went through my massive computer desk and another bag of goodies was filled for Goodwill. This morning I finished cleaning up/cleaning off my desk. For the first time in a year or so, I actually ENJOYED sitting at my desk! What a concept.
This De-Cluttering concept is powerful. We attach a lot of emotion to THINGS. They might invoke fond memories, or cause us a moment of guilt at the thought of throwing them out. These feelings are detrimental to our growth. As I have been going through the house and garage, I forced myself to think about two things; 1: Have I even LOOKED at this item in the past year? Two years? 5 years or more? And 2: if this stuff was stolen, burned in a fire, or otherwise lost to me by hands other than my own, how would I feel? And the overwhelming answer was that I WOULD SURVIVE.
Until the next Witching Hour,
Sunday, April 7, 2013
First thing I see? My most beloved BFF Kallan Kennedy had nominated ME in her list of 10 people to award the Epically Awesome Award of Epic Awesomeness! *blushes to infinity and beyond*
I'm not the most prolific blogger, and I don't follow a set "schedule". I just blog when the mood strikes me. If you read through my blog, you'll learn about the love/hate relationship I have with Time.
I decided to participate, because it's quite possible that many of you know little about me. While Kallan covered many of my favorite bloggers, I'm going to try and add a few. ;-)
Here are the rules:
1: Display the award on your page. It's up there on the right.
2: Link back to the person who nominated you. I've linked to Kallan.
3: Write 10 things about yourself. Ok, here goes!
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I also learned a lot about folk magic from Silver RavenWolf's Hexcraft, later renamed American Folk Magick.Now, many will say "But Snowy, that's Pow-wow, NOT Hoodoo!". Well... yes, but no, but... Oh, let me explain:
Better yet, let me direct you to a site that I've recently discovered where the information is more clear and concise. Catherine Yronwode (click the link. yes. do it.) of The Lucky Mojo Curio Company has been a Hoodoo practitioner for m-a-n-y years and has this (and more) to say:
"Social conditions in the United States during the 19th and early 20th centuries were such that books for, by, or about members of the African-American community were very rare. During this time period hoodoo itself was quite popular, but although a great deal of commercial activity surrounded the manufacture and distribution of so-called "spiritual supplies," few attempts were made to collect or describe hoodoo practices."
She goes on to explain how John George Hohman's "Pow-wows or the Long Lost Friend" became a hit with the Anglo-Saxon folk magicians of the Appalachians after it's translation from German to English in 1846 CE.Click on her name above to read more about it. She is a WEALTH of information and I've been peeking at her site a lot lately.
I'm going to take a moment to inject here that I absolutely love and respect Silver RavenWolf. I know there are people who do not care for her works, but she had a huge and positive impact on my path. I learned. A lot.
Now where was I...? Ah, yes. I wanted to give you, my witchy readers, a better understanding of Hoodoo. Tayannah Lee McQuillar of Voodoonola writes:
“WHAT IS ROOTWORK? Rootwork is a form of folk magick that uses the elements of nature to create change in ourselves, others, or our environment. It is an African-American form of shamanism that makes use of herbs, stones, rocks, and other organic material to heal the body or the mind, or to solve a problem. Like all other forms of shamanism, Rootworkers believe that we can use the unseen forces of nature to manipulate the tangible world." ~Tayannah Lee McQuillar (2003)
So... now I have a more solid vision of what direction my path is going. I've already laid the ground work without realizing it. During the time that Eye of Nuit was open, I made countless mojo bags to help people, fixed and blessed many candles, and created my own line of spell powders which were a HUGE hit. Pictured left here is my first powder, which has recently been packaged in my new jars.
During the next few months, I'll be redesigning the Eye of Nuit website to include an e-commerce shop where you can purchase my exclusive blends and fixed candles. I do have a few spell blends left, which are pictured below. If you want one, send me a message quick before they get packed up and ready for their move (along with us LOL!) to Tennessee where my Witches Workshop will be housed.
Until next time!