Cajun Witch

Ah, the boredom.   The fairies garden is the only place I don't feel the boredom.  I'm either pulling grass and weeds, making something new for it, or researching how to make plants happier.  I have a black thumb, but I'm determined.  I never thought I'd feel so connected to the outdoors again.  We went fishing the other day (yes, I know we should stay home).  I needed the outdoors and peace.  It was so quiet, and the air was so fresh. Staying away from people isn't a problem for me.  I love the solitude and being surrounded by my family.  My daughter is home from boarding school for good until either Summer school or next semester.  Sadly, my son and husband still have to work.  I'm glad for the income, because so many are without and that'd add stress to an already thin balance.  However, with my suppressed immune system self, it's kind of scary. I have made my protections.  I often do little things to ma...

I know it looks like I posted a zillion times today!  I haven't gone any more mad than normal.  I decided to stop hiding who I am, and opted to post all of the drafts that were stored away...and didn't realize they'd all come with today's date! So I went back and dated them in the blog itself. Sorry...enjoy... Is anybody out there?

2.10.2020 This is a difficult post, because it's not what it should be about. It should be about how excited I was getting certified in Reiki. It should be about what ritual or love I gave to last night's full moon. It should be about the fact that today would have been my grandmother's birthday, and how I was hoping to find a way to do something in her memory. This post isn't about that, however. Instead, this post is about my depression. this post has to be about how quickly my positive outlook and excitement was crushed by the one person I choose to love wholeheartedly.   When I got home last night, all of my positive outlook and hopes for the future died.  All of this because of alcohol. It's hard to face that a drink is more important to someone than your feelings. Instead of coming home and celebrating my Reiki certification with Marlin while drinking mead outside under the full moon, I come home to find Drunk Marlin.  I hate Drunk Marlin. ...

2.27.2020 I've been slacking on keeping up with journaling.  I've been doing a LOT of crafting, which I've loved.  I've made around 6 wreaths, painted, created....lots of things that take my mind off of not working.  I really hope that I can continue art once I'm back at work.  It really does make me happy. I also have another new venture coming.  Tomorrow, I'm taking a Reiki class!  This class will get me to level 2.  That means I'll be able to make it a practice.  With doing both the art stuff and the Reiki, I need a business license.  My dad helped me come up with "CajunPassion Heal 'N Arts" for the name.  I like it.  Cajun Passion because I already have the email name....Heal for Reiki....Arts for crafting.  I still haven't gotten to the parish office to get my license, but I'm not in a rush.  I want this all to be worth it.   I want to be successful.  My end game is having this all under my belt a...

1.24.2020 Am I weird? What am I saying, of COURSE I'm weird.  I'm on bed rest for 24 hours right now.  After the past month of healing, having a setback drives me mad.  But today hasn't been terrible thus far. I tried to do a 12 hour fast.  That didn't last.  Doesn't exactly mix well with insulin resistance.  Oh well, I was at least able to try a few of my teas.  I also made it a point to not overeat.  It's the little things, right? I also did something earlier that was in the box checked for weirdness.  I took all of my pillows on the sofa and the bed and made a bed in front of my altar.  I felt like the altar was calling me.  I don't know how else to explain it.  I lit my health candle and meditated a bit.  I then played some healing Mhz sounds and fell right asleep.  I only slept for an hour or two, but it was amazing.   In all of this, I felt better.  I feel better.  I feel relaxed an...

1.21.2020 I have been noticeably absent lately.  My dad was admitted to the hospital Friday.  Friday evening, he had emergency surgery.  He's still in the hospital, with no end in sight.  I'm not going into the details right now... Anyway, I went visit 4 days in a row.  4 days in a hospital of sick/needy people.  4 days in a room with a very sick man that I love and adore.  To say I've been drained of energy is an understatement.  I know I'm not ready to heal others.  I'm still learning and I know I didn't do grounding and meditation.  But I had to try. It's so weird.  My stomach wasn't right the 4 days.  I was gassy and bloated and not that hungry.  And I'd come home and meditate and BOOM, I'd be waking up from a nap.  I'd like to believe that my attempts at helping worked.  He's still got a long road ahead, but he's drinking juice now, which is better than 4 days with ice chips. I couldn't go today...

1.24.2020 I have been falling behind as far as where I'd like to be.  Since being put on basic bed rest from an infection, all I've been doing is vegging.  That and reading--a lot, which is good.  I'm learning so much already, about the Craft and myself.   I do make it a point to, if nothing else, to do routine practice/maintenance.  I pray to The Goddess over my coffee.  I thank Her for my food.  I meditate and/or lay on my accupressure mat.  And I try to do one creative thing a day.   Even with all of this, I wish I could be doing more.  But I know I have to heal.  And that has to be first at the moment. On another witchy note: The other day, I went to the library.  When I got out my car, I spotted a cute brown porous rock.It had "shinys" in it, so of course I picked it up.  After some research, I realized it was a landscaping rock....but not just any rock.  It's name? Minnesota mahogany. ...