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Tír na nÓg A Witch Cure

About Tir na nÓg my Witch Cure center in  French Gulch, Northern California, an enchanting chalet hidden amongst trees.  For a larger image of any pictures - just click on them to enlarge.

It was as blessedly wonderful as the name promised––Tír na nÓg an Irish Celtic mythological place. The name translates as the Land of Eternal Youth or the Land of the Ever-Young. There happiness lasted forever and why not? This is what you can enjoy; serene music, good health, and a bounty of food and drink. 

Each morning the day started sitting sat on deck drinking tea, listening to singing birds and the bubbling brook footsteps away. Listening to the wizard chime words of wisdom to the angel and me.  My entertainment was a daily show of various colorful birds flying high and low, landing on the feeder in an amusing pecking order, spilling birdseed for the grounded squirrels, that stuffed their cheeky cheeks A loud honking gaggle of geese flew up stream, dragging their feet through the water and a large raccoon washing his hands in the water, lumbered off. One day, a deer carefully picked her way through the leaves only inches from me. It was then I was sure Snow White would emerge from the woods. 

The brook was a wonderful relief from the afternoon's heat as hubby and I waded through the very cool water, carefully picking our pathway while looking for rocks to skip -  he was much better than I at it so I put him to work. 

Besides that my days were spent eating, sleeping, reading and drawing and enveloping the enchanting ever-blooming wonders abound.  I didn’t turn on the music I so carefully chose for my holiday, for it could not compare with nature's orchestra that soothed my tired soul, my body, mind and spirit. 

Hubby, not too tired from working, called out "Come ~ play!"  Our playground was found in the old claw foot bathtub - perfect!

I danced through the house, giggling, renewed in energy.  

Ah Tír na nÓg I dream you ~ awaiting my return to the “other world.”

 

Witch Takes Mother Nature's Cure

Longing to rid myself of the muggle ways of living in a too busy metropolis I take flight, packing lightly my broom, as my quest for renewal of spirit begins. My retreat will bring me to the restful arm's of Mother Nature, the surest pathway for revitalizing this witch's depleted magic,.  In muggle terms, I'm on holiday.

Don't try to find me.
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A lover of nature, I give my struggling soul to Her green grass, melody of rippling leaves rustling in the gentle breeze of summer. An array of delicate flowers in glorious bloom send heavenly scents to titillate me to view their beauty.   All to heal my senses, dulled by over-done activities. Courtesy of athomesf.net

Already I hear the gushing waters of the stream moving across rocks, suggesting to my soul a  cleansing of harried duties and worries lodged in mind.

Such thinking as I'm late, I'm late for a very important date - releases from my consciousness as the road to my haven widens. 

My spirit hears the giggles and cooing of the forest's fairies enticing me to dance skyclad amongst the trees.  Joining in the merriment my witch spirit is swept further away from the heaviness of worry and schedules. 

Like the myriad of forest birds - dressed in every color of joy and serenity, I bask in the healing gift of the life surrounding me.

In deep satisfaction I snuggle in my lover's arms and whisper, "What's for dinner?"  After all, a witch must eat too.

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Thinking About Magic Making

Becoming a witch meant I could have a grand time with spells and that included not only casting but  learning so many different ones researching how words and gestures enhance the intention and shopping in the variety of shops that sell occult objects, tools and paraphernalia.

Either I've become a backslider or found that casting a spell isn't necessary for creating magic in my life. Let me assure you that I do, on occasion cast a spell but my daily thoughts before, during and after meditating are increasingly my source of power. 

As I had learned when approaching spells, magic truly begins in the mind of the creators. Although must admit that the ritual of manifesting through spell casting holds a quality of power that is truly magical. A spell is a time to focus one's intention clearly through the enjoyment and beauty of a ritual. It helps to pull in scattered thoughts into one-pointed thinking. 

 Preparing for the spell - gathering selected colored candles, incense, flowers and other objects is like a joyful treasure hunt. Setting up the altar and then dressing or undressing for the ritual creates a sacredness to the possibilities to come. Eventually I learned how the driving force of my mentalism was the truth and spells became limited in my witch practice. Yet I maintain an altar with candles, incense and other special (holy) objects to enjoy while I focus on creating from the power of my mind's images.