I decided the other day that I would put an ad up on witchvox.com. I’m looking to form a group or coven, men and women, who are of an eclectic witchy bent in the Seattle area.

Ask and you shall receive. It works every time.

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When misfortune is enow
Wear the blue star upon your brow

Recently I’ve been spending time putting stuff into my new book of shadows, er, book. I decided that I don’t like the big books. That I wanted a little book. One that will fit in my hand or on a small altar. So, copying copying copying. And adding. Found this not always remembered tip in the Rede.

Last night I was also working on shielding. And when I read that line from the Wiccan Rede about misfortune and the blue star I got an idea.

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Wait a minute, I did do something positive this weekend.

I made a new powder for my office. Recently I did some Internet surfing and found some recipes that I liked. One, a pretty little potpourri, spoke to me.

You can find it at Dancing Down the Moon. Bitch Be Gone. I made it up last night with a few substitutions. Instead of catnip I used St John’s Wort, instead of chamomile I used some of Leon’s Stress Relief tea which has chamomile in it and a few other good things, jasmine instead of honeysuckle oil. I also added my personal protection powder (blended by myself) and some Hecate oil (blended by Leon).

This isn’t about making someone else, a bitch, be gone but about making my own bitch be gone. Bring myself some peace after a stressful interaction. Some protection during and after a challenging altercation with The Village Idiot. Continue reading →

In her guest post on The Wild Hunt, T. Thorn Coyle asks:

What does community mean to you? Is it a place of magic? A gathering of like-minded people with a single goal? A place to get taken care of? A place to belong? Singing and drumming around the fire? Doing good work with others?

And I was surprised to see how my first attempt to answer this was YES! And then immediately afterwards I felt incredibly sad.

I have tried for years to find a pagan community that had staying power. I have found small groups, large groups, have made some life long friends, none I see often. My life, as my practice, is fairly solitary. I have not found that YES yet.

At first it would start out that way but something would happen, someone would get angry, someone would leave, we would loose the place. Very little good works for others.

I don’t know if it’s my alcoholism that makes this true for me but I’ve never felt as though I belonged. Never. Not even in the 12 step group where everyone talks about Our Tribe as though it is unique. I have many tribes. Sober tribes, witchy tribes, artistic tribes. But I have always felt like Oliver Twist looking through the window at the feast he can’t participate in. Why is that?

Am I too aloof? Too shy? Too arrogant? Too frightened? Is it me?

Or is it a dream that doesn’t exist yet?

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