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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a girl doesn't want a husband. She wants floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a magical cape.
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Reality is a field of energies that congeal, temporarily, into forms. In time, all "fixed" things dissolve, only to coalesce again into new forms, new vehicles.
Starhawk, The Spiral Dance
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February 1 is the feast day of St. Brigid of Kildare. One of the patron saints of Ireland, Saint Brigid (sometimes spelled Brigit) of Kildare was born c. A.D. 450. Her mother was a slave, and her father was an Irish Chieftain. Her father was a pagan, but her mother was a Christian who had been baptized by Saint Patrick.
Much of Saint Brigid’s life is shrouded in the murk of legend and time gone by. But the stories show that Brigid was a holy and generous girl. Her generosity irked her Druid father, especially when she gave his jeweled sword to a beggar and told him to sell it for food to feed his family.
Brigid’s father tried to marry her off and get rid of her. But at 15 she decided to take vows to become a nun. Before she was 30 the local bishop asked her to found a convent. The convent was at Kildare; in Gaelic Kildare means “Church of the Oak.” Oak trees were sacred to Druids, indicating that the convent had been erected on a spot where such a tree had once stood. But now people came from all over Ireland not for pagan worship, but to learn about Christ.
A monastery was built next to the convent, and Saint Brigid also presided over a school of artisans that produced beautiful illuminated manuscripts of Scripture. As Brigid had been a holy and generous child, Kildare became renowned for holiness and generosity throughout Ireland
Saint Brigid of Kildare, pray for us.
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I need to do this.
A Starless Night Ritual For Letting Go of Guilt, Whether Warranted or Not
You will need:
Candles or lamps in your home
Timing:
After dark on a cloudy night.
The spell:
Outside, look up to where the stars would be, saying, “Stars, thought invisible this night, yet I know you shine your light. The clouds will clear, you will appear, and I will shed this guilt and fear.”
Move you hands in and out slowly, palms vertical and facing each other, and create an invisible energy ball from the power in your hands. Toss the energy ball up high and say, “Guilt be gone!”
Go indoors and light candles or turn on all the lamps, saying, “Like the stars I will shine again. No guilt remains, for peace I gain.”
- “1001 Spells: The Complete Book Of Spells For Every Purpose,” by Cassandra Eason
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🍵🌙a bedtime tea spell🌙🍵
Today was physically and emotionally exhausting and some more trials face me tomorrow, so I crafted this spell to both help me sleep through the night as well as give me luck for tomorrow.
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About an hour before you go to bed, put on water for tea. Before submersing the chamomile (or other sleepy-time tea), think of positive imagery (white light, etc.) and say:
As this tea I drink deep, Help me rest and go to sleep. With this tea do I pray Tomorrow will be a better day.
Then submerse your tea leaves in the water. If you’re a sweetener person (like me), say this additional spell before adding it:
May tomorrow be as sweet As this (honey/sugar) that I eat.
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I'm feeling drawn back to magic and druidry. It's weird; I thought that wasn't the right path. Now I'm reading and actually wanting to try some spell work. It scares me a little. I'm thinking of trying working with Brigid, as she's sort of a crossover between my Christianity (which is still a part of my life) and druidry. But I don't know yet.
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Druidry Alone
It just hit me that I'll probably always practice my Druidry alone. That's... sad somehow. My family would NEVER get it. (And when I say never, and you think, oh, come now... No no, I mean never.) Which severely limits my ability to practice. My mom is visiting me for a week and I spent this morning trying to figure out where I could stash my altar and my Druidry books. I live in a tiny apartment. My altar base got tucked under my bed. The candle and my statue of Cerridwen got dispersed to different shelves. My books will get tucked in a drawer. I love my mom and I'm excited she's visiting, but I hate that I have to tuck away a part of my life that I am *not* ashamed of because she wouldn't understand and would only worry about me.
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This describes exactly how I feel about relationships. I'm totally fine by myself, but I'd love somebody to share what I care about.
Really wanna be in love with somebody so that we can go for evening walks to the lake and so I can send them pictures of things that remind me of them and stuff.
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The Atlas was offered a bribe.
The Atlas... shrugged.

This is an atlas moth.
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I am so grateful. This place gives me so much joy.
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A dying dragonfly found me today. I held it and shielded it from the wind and found a sunny little plant for it to sit on by the water. It wanted to be up high but it's wings were shriveled and wouldn't function anymore. I don't know if dragonflies feel happy, but it seemed to want to be up high (it kept climbing as high up on my hand as it could) and the plant seemed to be what it wanted. I cried over it. Adult dragonflies have very short lifespans and I know that, and I'm sure it had just reached the end of its natural life (and getting old and dying without being eaten is a privilege not many wild things get). But I felt like it had found me and it was a life ending and I felt like that life needed to be honored. So I held it and recognized its existence and looked into its eyes and mourned its passing. I feel like a part of learning to honor all existences is things like this... not looking past the ant on the sidewalk or a dying dragonfly or the earthworm I rescued from a gravel path and placed back in leaf litter. Not focusing on the glamorous animals such as white rhinos and great apes at the expense of the mundane animals... squirrels and sparrows and dragonflies. We can't save everything and death is not bad. But each existence should be honored as one that has been, is, and will be, and touched the earth while it was here.
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Ferns, you guys. I love ferns. Ferns are plant magic. I don't know how else to describe them. There are a million kinds, and they've been around since the dinosaurs, and they're beautiful. They enchant any landscape. Hay scented ferns remind me of my childhood in the New Hampshire woods. They, among other native plants and animals, called me home. I have a botanical garden dedicated to native plants near my home. As a naturalist, that's an absolute gift. So I spent a few hours today learning the different native ferns. They probably had eight or ten varieties, but here are four.
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glorious accident
I tripped into Druidry. And it makes me happy. When you trip, think of it as an opportunity, not a mistake. You didn't fall; the ground was just reminding you to pay attention. I was actually thinking of being a Buddhist. It just didn't sit with me. I didn't feel drawn to it even though I liked the teachings. And then I read about Druidry and realized I'd already been doing that. For YEARS. So here I am. I'm so glad I tripped.
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I wasn't as bold with color on this one, but I like it too. #Llewellyn #shadowscapes #coloringbook #fairy #magic
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