Settling in


The big move has happened. I’ve gone from a jungle Nettle cat to a desert Nettle cat. I will learn just how sacred water is for us all. Glory, in her blessed optimism, pointed out to me that this is a great time for me to learn to embrace the fire aspect of things. Bah… fire not good! I think more than one of my lives ended being burned at the stake as a witch. I, in my Kapha (water/earth = mud ūüėČ ) rich dosha self, have never really learned to embrace fire. You can find more about the dosha’s when you study ¬†Ayurvedic medicine. In a nutshell, your dosha is your constitution determined at your birth. ¬†It is based on the five elements and helps to describe the physical, emotional and mental self.

I like the sun. I love hanging out with Helios – he’s a cool dude. Apollo¬†is not so bad either! I’m sure there are a few more sun deities out there I’ll meet over the next few months. ¬†I shall have to learn all about their growing season and when the desert Persephone months occur.

Coyvere is ecstatic. Not only is he in a job he loves (what a rare treat for most people) he’s also found out that one of the local native tribes has some great new Coyote myths for him to learn. The spirits in this area are very active.0222170831b

How do we know you ask? ¬†(Hope I’m looking at you…) well…that is because we did a rather embarrassing white, western roman pagan¬†kind of thing when we moved into the new house. Not thinking, I dug out Hestia’s lamp, filled her up and lit the lamp thinking only of blessing the new house.

That immediately got someone’s attention (still researching who). No, it wasn’t blood dripping from the walls and a disembodied voice saying “get out”. It was more along the lines of hair on the back of your neck tickling and a feeling of being watched. ¬†So reaching out we found a very strong spirit that let us know this area already had guardians and who were we to bring someone strange into the area? This spirit, while not openly hostile, was protective and wanted to chat about bringing a new god into their territory. ¬†Apologies were made and a proper introduction of Hestia who she is and what she represents was given. ¬†With that, we got a sense of yes or permission to grant Hestia space in his area and her presence¬†is welcome. ¬†It is a good reminder that just because a goddess is beloved to me doesn’t mean that she is welcome to all. Even better learn to check your area for spirits before just assuming there are none.

I got to this point in the post and thought I was done but no my dear Hope is challenging me in a good way. She is always an insistent bundle of “why” and “what” and “how”. She’s all “Details, I want details!” ¬†and I’m always like “Meh, I dunno, it just felt right or wrong I went with my gut, ¬†ya know.” So here is my best translation…

Each morning when I or Coyvere lights Hestia standing off to the side is an elder gentleman, always with his arms crossed watching and reminding us that this is first his place and that we are still visitors. He doesn’t feel dead, or grandfatherly, more like a teacher. He quietly watches, gives a nod to Hestia and, then leaves. I have always made it a habit of offering the last sip from my first cup of tea each morning to the Earth/Gaia. When I offer the last of my first cup of tea in the morning to the earth this spirit wants his sip first, then I can offer the rest to Gaia. ¬†When I do anything with Bast he kind of ignores us, I guess cats are cool here. They are a part of Nature. ¬†Danu, she got a raised eyebrow and then something about shadows and light that will require more meditation and study to understand. I’m thinking it might have to do with fae or the Tuatha De Danann and their illusions. ¬†Nammu got a nod of his head before she found a nice warms sunny spot to lay back down to sleep. ¬†(Glory adds, but who really argues with a large Dragon?) ¬† Bast, Danu, and Nammu are nature spirits and I sense they are more welcome because of that aspect than the hearth goddess from a foreign pantheon.

So much to learn so many adventurers waiting to be had.



I gave some money to a homeless person today. It was freezing outside and will be for a few more days. It was enough that I found myself pausing and thinking “this is a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread,” does this person really need this money?. I could¬†use this money. Coyvere doesn’t get paid until next month for his new job. And we all know that this person being homeless is just going to spend the money on drugs or something worse. I tried to squash those thoughts down quickly as the money was handed over because in reality I’m a spoiled white girl who’s never been homeless or an addict. It did spawn a great conversation about sacrifice.

This is not the first time nor will it be the last time that I give someone money when in need. I do remember the first couple of times so proud of this noble deed waiting for my good karma to roll in. Oh can’t you hear my gods and guardians chuckling at me and my naivety. “Silly mortal,” they all muse, “that’s not how karma or sacrifice work.”

(funny side note – I was taking notes for this post on my phone and my auto-correct kept on wanting to change sacrifice into Bacardi – not sure what that portends)

The Greeks had the best example of a sacrifice ¬†– giving the hide and the bones of sacrificed cattle to the gods and keeping the meat for themselves. The story is one of the Prometheus myths. This myth gave me my first clues into how to make a real sacrifice. Give up what you don’t need.

The next clue came from working with Hecate and learning to truly give up what you are sacrificing. No holding on . This is the one that causes me ¬†problems with thoughts of “do I really want to let that go… what happens when I keep it?” Anyone who has worked with Hecate knows how she feels about half-assed attempts. She’s an all or nothing kind of goddess. Sacrificing anger over an injustice and fully letting go of that anger not checking in picking at it like a scab is so f*ing hard. To be done and to let go and to further not expect something in return – that is sacrifice.

The lesson I’m working on now is that sacrifice shouldn’t hurt because with true sacrifice there is no attachment or expectation . What you are sacrificing is gone no longer yours to wish, to desire, or guide. It is gone – no longer needed nor wanted and no expectation of reward.

With a deep breath I let go of that money. Good luck to you stranger.




Coyvere and I are in the middle of a cross country move. This was not our plan or idea… but the universe, fates what ever we wish to call them had other plans for us. It is not surprising than that Imbolc sneaked up on me. ¬†So what do you do when Imbolc sneaks up on you? Rush to the store find a lemon cake and some of my favorite yogurt make a cup of tea and think of the future.¬†img_5125-1

Because really isn’t that what Imbolc is all about? Yes I know that whole new milk thing but I don’t raise any sheep or goats. Not for lack of wanting – the goats mind you not the sheep. Hope’s all about the sheep .That whole milk think doesn’t inspire worship for me. But new beginnings, fresh starts and those seed catalogs!! The dream gardens I have planned this time of year.


The light returning, being able to see that the sun is setting later and later each day… such hope.¬†Persephone is at the peak of her power nurturing the seeds and promises to come.

Wishing you all the best for Imbolc my dears may you find sunshine, new hope and blessings of green growing things to you all. May Persephone guide us though these troubled times. May spring bring hope and new life.