Following the Crooked Path of Traditional Witchcraft

This is about the practice of traditional witchcraft. This is not Wicca. Pagan Goddess worship is my faith, but I am not, nor have I ever been Wiccan. This is the path less traveled, crooked and shadowed. I follow the Old Ways. As there must always be balance, I walk in both the dark and the light. My practice is a blend of Celtic witchcraft and Hoodoo/Voodoo folk magick. I worship the Goddess in all of Her forms and am forever in Her service.

If you are a wanderer, a seeker like me, then welcome.





Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Alive & Kicking


It's been a rough few weeks and I'm having a little trouble finding my happy place. Sick mother in law, sick grandparents, the death of a good friend's father, bills to pay, work work work, school and practice and activities for the witchlings, an ever-messy house and piles of laundry, repeatedly rescuing the cats from the dog and trying not to resent my husband for sleeping through it all on the couch in front of the TV every night (he does get up every single day at 4am and work seven days a week, so I can't fault him for that).

so desperately want to start this new life I have envisioned for myself and it feels like doing anything else is just stifling and utterly pointless. All I really want to do is write, start my ideas (so MANY ideas), and play on Tumblr and Facebook all day, connecting with the other like-minded people out there, for they are the brightest stars in my sky. There is my happy place and real life has been taking the spotlight lately, so it was perfect timing when a friend wrote about the need to play. The take home message for me was to lighten my heart, even when times are tough and the chips are down, and it made me think of what do I usually do when I need a pick me up, what do I do to get back to my happy place?

Well, music of course, and this song does it every time. Alive and Kicking by Simple Minds. Maybe it doesn't speak to you like it does to me, but at night when everyone is asleep, sometimes I go out in the garage, put this on repeat as loud as the earbuds will go and dance. Dance until I my head is spinning, heart racing, out of breath, feeling ALIVE and KICKING. Dance like Coelho's Witch of Portobello, becoming the rhythm and the energy, feeling it coursing through my veins and skin like electricity. I feel more connected to myself, to the earth, to the Universe, the Goddess, letting my heart and soul silently sing my thoughts and feelings and PUSHING it out there like a ripple from a tiny pebble thrown into the water, waiting for its return. I go outside and stare at the inky sky, the stars, wonder at the infinity of it all, feel the rain on my skin and the wind in my hair and know that all is right with my world at this little moment.

"What you gonna do when things go wrong?
What you gonna do when it all cracks up?
What you gonna do when the Love burns down?
What you gonna do when the flames go up?
Who is gonna come and turn the tide?
What's it gonna take to make a dream survive?
Who's got the touch to calm the storm inside?
Who's gonna save you?
Alive and Kicking
Stay until your love is, Alive and Kicking
Stay until your love is, until your love is, Alive."


1 comment:

  1. If we are to work hard, we also need to play hard. Some days I can hardly bring myself to get out of bed, and after work all I want is a cookie and my bed, but nothing good ever comes from that. (Except being happy and warm, maybe.) So I drag myself to my desk, and I know after five minutes of writing, I will be glad I am there.

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