Author: Silver RavenWolf

Llewellyn Author of over 21 magickally enchanting books. Braucherei practitioner. Artist, photographer, doll maker and lover of genealogy.

Spirit of Children


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This year I worked at a Spirit Halloween store and it was a fantastic experience!  If you were local, perhaps you saw me sailing through the store with my Witch puppet (Marmalade) in my hand and my BIG, wiggly spider on my back!  Today is Halloween and I think it is most fitting to show you what the Spirit Halloween store does for sick children.  In our area, they work with Hershey Medical.  Last year, Spirit Halloween was able to purchase a service dog with your 100% donations and this year they hope to add another dog.  In early October, Spirit Halloween also hosted a party for the children and gave out costumes and other goodies.  Today, Spirit Halloween is offering a 20% coupon on all sales, and tomorrow and the following day (November 1 and 2) all items are 50% off.  If you shop at Spirit Halloween this year, please round up your total to the next dollar, or donate a buck, or even better — give a little more if you can.  This is absolutely a worthy cause.  There is nothing better than making a kid smile.  Here is a video so that you can actually see the results of your donation, or visit the Spirit Halloween FB page.

https://www.facebook.com/spirithalloween/videos/10155039009540400/?hc_ref=ARTnKVk8S5lwWPoD9kcSk36eRowwnrJS2IbUSQqTvYOdaL3_W5sg-7OeLztsYeFdk5Y&pnref=story

Thank you so much!

Silver RavenWolf

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Herb Fest Magick 2017


 

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Preparing the Herbs for Blessing — we poured fragrant water onto the hot bricks in the firepit to create sacred steam.

 

By Silver RavenWolf

As we stood in circle chanting the trees whispered,  rustling branches in the woods shared their own vibration to our working.  The sound growing stronger as our voices continued to rise.  Just as we were ready to release the cone of power, all nature fell silent around us.

A hush.

A quiet.

A moment of pure potential.

The tipping point in the eye of magick.

Last weekend I held my annual HerbFest – a celebration to honor the closure of the growing season here in South Central Pennsylvania.  Not quite autumn by the calendar – nature has her schedule which has included softer, fragrant days and cooler nights.  Every evening for the past two weeks I’ve noticed that there is less music in the woods and fields as insects and toads slowly let go of summer’s vibrant energy.  In the twilight, I can smell the smoke of wood stoves on the mountain, and I know that frosted nights and crisp, glittering mornings aren’t that far away.

Last weekend I held my annual HerbFest – a celebration to honor the closure of the growing season here in South Central Pennsylvania.  Not quite autumn by the calendar – nature has her schedule which has included softer, fragrant days and cooler nights.  Every evening for the past two weeks I’ve noticed that there is less music in the woods and fields as insects and toads slowly let go of summer’s vibrant energy.  In the twilight, I can smell the smoke of wood stoves on the mountain, and I know that frosted nights and crisp, glittering mornings aren’t that far away..  Last weekend I held my annual HerbFest – a celebration to honor the closure of the growing season here in South Central Pennsylvania.  Not quite autumn by the calendar – nature has her schedule which has included softer, fragrant days and cooler nights.  Every evening for the past two weeks I’ve noticed that there is less music in the woods and fields as insects and toads slowly let go of summer’s vibrant energy.  In the twilight, I can smell the smoke of wood stoves on the mountain, and I know that frosted nights and crisp, glittering mornings aren’t that far away.

Last weekend I held my annual HerbFest – a celebration to honor the closure of the growing season here in South Central Pennsylvania.  Not quite autumn by the calendar – nature has her schedule which has included softer, fragrant days and cooler nights.  Every evening for the past two weeks I’ve noticed that there is less music in the woods and fields as insects and toads slowly let go of summer’s vibrant energy.  In the twilight, I can smell the smoke of wood stoves on the mountain, and I know that frosted nights and crisp, glittering mornings aren’t that far away.

When autumn gently glides into my world, should I have been lucky enough to have weathered the growing season (we had far too much rain this year), I like to share my small harvest of herbs with my friends and family.  We have ourselves a picnic feast, raise fun energy, and bring all the herbs we can into the circle, where they are bundled, blessed and shared.  The remainder of the herbs hang on an old laundry rack in my craft room, where they will dry before for use in my magickal powders and conjure oils.

This year, we washed all the roots from the plants in a large cauldron of blessed water and passed them over the flames of the fire.  These gnarled roots will function as guardian herbal dollies. Some practitioners will place the roots on their altars throughout the winter season.  Many will decorate them, turning them into poppets and herbal protectors.   This type of spirit doll can be burned in the spring or at next year’s autumn herbfest — passing the power through the flames to a new doll.

This year’s theme of the herbfest was Celebrating Adjustment.  You know, we slog through the bog of our daily lives, struggling to fulfill our dreams while still finding purpose and sometimes we are so focused that we forget that we need to make adjustments to ensure we get to where we want to go!  There are times where, due to whatever (sickness, unhappiness, cruelty from others, or plain ignorance) that we retreat…cut ourselves off…and fail to realize that a prolonged disengagement from life digs our wounds deeper.  What we thought would be a step back, a moment to breathe, in reality, became a coffin for the mind!

No more!

As part of our Celebrating Adjustment, we got out a compass and corrected the directional markers of the ritual circle I built this summer.  We moved all the quarters beginning with east taking apart the bricks and stones and setting them in their proper positions regarding the compass information, realigned the altar, and rebuilt the entrance area to the circle.  We voted.  Did we want the entry guarded by the Gods?  Or did we want the pathway into the circle protected by the dead?

They chose the Gods.

Each change we made was a group effort.

Many hands.

Open hearts.

With laughter.

Some of us drummed.  Some of us hauled.  Some of us moved rocks.  A few of us went looking for wood along the forest line because I forgot to buy the logs for the ritual fire.  And, in honor of friends from the past who are no longer with us, we gave more power to our fire with splashes of white lightning.

Ah, yeah.

Witches in the woods.

Gotta love us, right?

Happy Harvest Season to all!

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