Today is Thanksgiving and we all want all family and friends to be safe. Us kitchen witches know a thing or two when it come to herbal magicks. Once again I am going to touch on the herb sage. It is a nifty little herb with a big punch of power. Sage is one of the biggest herbs used in protection magicks all over the world. It is so easy as well. For those of us that need to cast a circle, go ahead and do so, for others that the hearth is their circle this is where you can start. I begin with whatever it is I am cooking. I envision the pot (or pan) filling with a pure white light, asking the Goddess ( or whoever you chose to ask for help) to guide me, and bless me with her love. I then continue to add my ground up sage to the pot or pan of food. You will only need just a pinch. More if you really like the taste of sage. Thank your deity and say your closing. I like "As I wish, so mote it be." If you used a circle don't forget to take it down properly, center and ground your self. See how easy that was? Being a witch can be so easy and so fun. I use this magick every time I cook for my family. It might be out of paranoia, but at least I know they are protected. I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving surrounded by family and friends! Blessed be!
******DISCLAIMER****** IN NO WAY IS THIS MEANT TO OFFEND ANY ONE. THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS. MY OPINIONS TO SAY THE LEAST.
I know I have been neglectful these last two months but I have had many changes in this time. My husband got a new job and I have to get up at 3am every day Mon-Friday to drop him off at the in-laws' to catch a ride to work with his father. I as well took over his PCA job and I am now full time. I work almost every day now unless my father in-law does not. I find myself wishing for more time in a day all the time. But I do have a rant I wish discuss with you my readers. Family is the subject.
I find it very interesting that my grandparents just adored me as a child but now that I am a self thinking adult they want nothing to do with me. I have a theory about it as well. As a child I WAS a devout christian, jesus loves me crap all day long, sung in the church choir, baptized and everything, even went to sunday school. Thus my grandmother adored me. Thought I was the golden child. Then I became a teenager, and realized what a crock of shit the bible was and chose a better path in life as a Wiccan/Pagan. Thus I was no longer her golden child. Because I chose an earth worshiping religion, I was no longer allowed to be part of the family. How is that fair when it was my mother who pointed me away from christianity? How is it they can preach love and harmony when they shun their very own granddaughter? I find this entertaining to say the least. Many of my other family members love me for who I am, and even love that I am not a bible thumping christian ways. In no way, shape, or form do I shove my religion down their throats as most christians do with their lie filled bible. I miss my sense of family the most these days. Being married has shown me just what I have been missing since that fateful day I told my grandmother in person just what I thought of her shoving christianity down my throat. In no way do I regret the choice I made. I am more upset with my grandmother for not being a proper christian and loving me no matter what. It breaks my heart that I have to raise my child(ren) in this dark and repressed nation. It saddens me to think about what she is missing out on in my life cause of her disregard of her instilled values and beliefs. I know for a fact that she was not raised that way. My Great grandmother Lucy was an amazing woman who brought love and light in to any room when she entered. I love her so much even in death that I have decided to name my first daughter Lucy. Husband hates it, but I told him to shove it. She was an icon in our family, the beacon of hope for this hate filled world. There are days I wonder what it would be like to speak to her as an adult with jaded eyes. Children are so innocent, whereas an adult is not blind to the injustice in this world. I do know one thing she would tell me; she would tell me that she never raised my grandmother to be such a bigot. She would tell that she loves me for who I am, religion and sexuality and all. I am disappointed in my grandparents to say the least. I have learned from this that I will raise my child(ren) to love every one no matter race, creed, sexuality, religion, living situation, and past. I will be a better grandmother than mine ever was. I can say she has prepped me for what I shouldn't do as a grandmother. This is assuming I have grandchildren of course. Nothing is for certain as we all know.
Blessed be my friends. Let the love and light in.
Sabrina Shear
