Autumn Hangs Heavy in the Air

The air of Autumn hangs heavy in the air. The chill of the morning frost kisses my skin before the sun has risen in the sky. Amber and gold sprinkle the horizon – the colors of fall are arriving for their fleeting moments, soon to be overtaken with the barren stillness of winter.

Brigit – Goddess of Poetry, Healing, and Smithcraft

Brigit i.e. a poetess, daughter of the Dagda. This is Brigit the female sage, or woman of wisdom, i.e. Brigit the goddess whom poets adored, because very great and very famous was her protecting care. It is therefore they call her goddess of poets by this name. Whose sisters were Brigit the female physician [woman of leechcraft,] Brigit the female smith [woman of smithwork]; from whose names with all Irishmen a goddess was called Brigit. Brigit, then, breo-aigit, breo-shaigit ‘a fiery arrow’.

Decluttering – Yarn

I crochet. And like most people that crochet, I am addicted to buying yarn. Now, instead of buying new from the store all the time, I like to buy secondhand from thrift shops and Goodwill, things like that. I always have. For one, it’s cheaper. Two? It’s better for the environment if I buy what someone else has already donated. The problem ends up being that I buy way too much and, if I don’t carefully look through the bag that they’re selling, I’ll end up with stuff that I would never use.

Tarot How-To: One Card Pull

Tarot is a very useful tool for those of us who practice the art of divination. If you’re just learning tarot, then this lesson is for you! When we’re learning something new, it takes practice, and the tarot is no different. You should practice as often as possible, get a feel for your cards, get to know their energy and attitude (yes, cards can have an attitude), and start learning the different meanings behind each one.

Where do you feel at home?

I constantly suffer from a feeling of homesickness, but why? It doesn’t matter where I am – even if I am at home – I still get the feeling of homesickness in the pit of my stomach. Now, it doesn’t happen every day, but it happens often enough that I used to think something was wrong with me. Ever since I was a child, I’ve felt like this. When I was a kid, I used to wonder what was wrong with me and why I never felt at home. Now as I’ve gotten older, I think I have it figured out. I don’t feel at home at a certain place. My house? Nope, doesn’t matter. Work? Nope, doesn’t matter either. Family’s house? Nope, that doesn’t matter at all. So what gives?