Blessings Darlings!
Every group that lasts long enough has it’s own egregore. To be clear, I’m not talking about Facebook groups here (tho some certainly do have one), I’m talking about groups out in the real, not digital, world. They are sentient psychic entities. They are created by the group mind, and then once created have a strong influence on the group mind.
Blessings Darlings!
I assume that everyone reading has heard of the attack earlier this week on the people – black people – at the Emmanuel AME church in South Carolina. I’m going to provide a simple magic aimed at reducing racism.
Blessings Darlings!
Being the busy little home maker I am, I’m defrosting the freezer as I type this. We have an OLD upright freezer, 14.7 cubic feet, not at all frost-free. We got it in January 1979, so it predates our 1980 marriage and LONG predates our 1987 Spawn. Every now and then (really, more NOW), it needs to be defrosted.
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Blessings, Darlings!
This last Sunday, May 17, at 3 pm, Corporate locked the doors at the restaurant Spawn and I worked at, closing the store. No official advance warning, just a notice of a mandatory meeting about ‘food safety issues’. Oh, okay – for those who Googled the company, there was this announcement last month that they would be closing a bunch of restaurants.
Blessings, Darlings!
So, as some of y’all already know that my husband neglected to read some of his e-mail … so didn’t send in something that our health insurance needed … so auto payment of health insurance emptied our checking account of not just our expected $245 payment but an additional almost $2000. The $2000 for rent, utilities, food, etc.
We scrambled to cover the bills this weekend, and we will EVENTUALLY get the $ back, but it will take 2 to 4 months. So we are in financial pain just when we thought things would be calmer.
So … let’s talk about eating weeds again. It’s something that *I* can do, but my husband can’t. Wild greens have more flavor, or as my husband puts it “are too bitter”. My husband is a super taster.
Blessings Darlings!
I’m glad you’re here. Now, go read the article I’m linking to. It’s about talking with others and privilege. History matters.
https://storify.com/balmergal/engaging-with-poc-on-twitter
Frondly, Fern
Blessings Darlings!
We’re not a particularly ham loving family. I grew up Jewish and wasn’t raised on it. My husband likes it on occassion. My son doesn’t like it.
That said …
Blessings Darlings!
The interwebs are full of Imbolc rituals full of seed plantings. Regardless of local conditions, regardless of local climate zones. Regardless of the fact that, in most of Europe/North America, the only seeds you’d plant now are onions (and that’s not necessarily the occult correspondence most folks are after just now, ya know.) Regardless of what’s actually going on in their local land base. Yeah, the seeds represent changes in your life – but working outside of nature isn’t all that Pagan/Witchy.
Doesn’t work for me, but okay, if that floats their boat (that was said in my best Bawltimore accent, not a Boston accent, hon), let’s go into what has to be kept in mind when doing seed work.
Blessings Darlings!
Today in being frugal, I figured I’d make a sprinkling can out of a used one-gallon milk jug. Should be easy, right? Just drill a bunch of small holes in the screw-on top to the jug.
Blessings Darlings!
The other day I commented on a post on Facebook, recommending igneous rocks for a working. Thinking further about that, tho’, I realized that was a holdover from growing up in the Midwest, and not what I’d do myself, now that I live in the Appalachians.
