Are you joining us for Tarot Tuesday tonight? Grab your deck, pull out the queens and put on the kettle. See you soon.

Cleaning with intention "My home is fresh and I am free"✨️

Good morning all! I just wanted to share that my money bowl has left me another free lottery ticket and $3. Ever since I made the bowl this has been happening 3 times so far. Pretty cool hey 😊 Last I was having some very ugly and violent dreams. I woke up and held the crystals that were under my pillow and asked the angels to soften my dreams and watch over me as I slept. I went back to sleep and dreamt about my ex husband that passed away in February. He and I were estranged and I carry a lot of anger towards him. Last night I felt the old closeness we shared. My heart felt lighter as we shared a moment. When I woke up there was an old song playing on the radio (Four Strong Winds) I remembered all the words and as I sang along I started to cry. I can feel My heart is opening up again. The stages of grief don’t always flow in a particular path, I know now that the anger I’ve been carrying was love with no place to go. I’m still crying and grateful for this path I’m on with all of you. Wishing everyone today to have one filled with peace, joy and love 🙏❤️

My kitchen is my hearth, let its warmth invite you in. Here is where i prepare enchantments brew potions of nourishment to mind, body, and soul. Where I most feel whole. Where intuition guides intention. That is very important. When I dabble with occult practice out of desperate intention what lacks is spirits true intervention. Chaos would ensue everytime I attempted to ask things of the divine. Proceeding a path of pure intent is forceful, an unnatural offensive play. Demanding assistance from deities, deluded by driving desires is playing with fire. I learned this the hard way when my maternal clock chimed. Womb empty and begging for fruit, my every cell ached to respond to the call. But no seed would take root, I believed my body was defective, refusing to flower. So I resorted to begging for mystical power. Trying to will a baby in the bath tub, through ceremonial soaks. Dancing naked under the moon didn't work for me, my rites ended with a failed pregnancy. My dead fetus was rotting inside of me while I worshiped ignorantly. When my prayers were unguided expectations turned to resentments. of self, of God, of getting up in the morning. The breakthrough was integration. A soft combination of the two, intentions guided through intuition. I had to listen to the knowledge I already knew, not ask questions I had a scripted answer to. realizing that I was born anew. And found that my kitchen held the magic all along And found that I incorporate it into everything I do. And found that my simmer pot heats the chilled morning air, filling my hearth and my heart. And found that a pantry well stocked with herbs brings me peace of mind And found that feeding my family the food I make feeds us all the divine. My son watches curiously and eats with vigor while I mutter Hail Marys and stir. I decorate with dried orange slices. I'm working on a hand painted floral calendar. My rituals are silly, simple, slow. Fitting into an already established flow. So welcome, relax let me fix you a tea.

This seems like a good message for the day! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NowdnRDcVBc&list=RDNowdnRDcVBc&start_radio=1