Losing Our Cat


Dracula, beloved friend and companion who we could never forget.

How very cruel to give us this perfect pet and then take him so suddenly. I am so angry, yet I do not know who to be angry with.

One summer night I had asked for a magickal sign, and the next day in the garden I look down to find this perfect doll looking up at me. I sure didn’t need another cat, I had three, but there was something about him. We knew he was meant to be with us.


Always so peaceful, so please rest in peace little friend, we love you

He would wake me in the night sucking on my neck, so he became Dracula, our new baby. My husband fell completely in love with him and claimed him, though he was ours, the whole family. No one could resist him.


I will miss your soft fur, velvety black paws, your soft meow, everything.

And just as swiftly as he came he went. Someone saw fit to poison our baby. How could anyone be so cruel? I couldn’t poison any animal. My poor husband is so heartbroken. He had never loved a pet in this way and it has been especially difficult on him.

I want to think Dracula is with Freyja and all her other cats. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I need to know he is happy and peaceful.

Egyptians have Bast, but they aren’t the only ones to worship a Cat Goddess. Norse mythology tells of the Goddess Freyja and her love of cats. She is depicted many times with cats around her. Cats are so charming and amazing even the Gods cannot resist them.


While Freyja’s cats look on, the god Thor is unhappily dressed as Freyja in Ah, what a lovely maid it is! (1902) by Elmer Boyd Smith “Ah, what a ugly maid it is!” by Elmer Boyd Smith. The god Thor is dressed to appear as the goddess Freyja by two maidens, while the god Loki laughs. Two cats watch


“Freya” (1901) by Johannes Gehrts. The goddess Freya rests her hand upon a shield. Published in 1901

The Rainbow Bridge
‘There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body begins to quiver.
Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.’

With all the comforting words I’ve read it’s just too soon for any of it to help. Maybe later. Right now I can’t even write any more.

08/16-02/17 We didn’t have you long enough.

Goodbye sweet kitty Dracula. We love you so much and painfully miss you.



And here I am…

I want to  share with others witchcraft as I know it. For so long the only information and books I had that actually used the words “witchcraft” and “witch” were all Wiccan sources. And while I enjoyed much of this reading it left me confused and ultimately disconnected. I didn’t feel anything towards the Wiccan religious aspect and so I assumed I was doing everything wrong. Not once did I see any of these sources explain that Wicca and Witchcraft are not the same exact thing. I won’t say that it wasn’t there, I’ll say I never saw it. You can be a Witch and not be Wiccan, and you can be both, but the two words are not the same thing. I was young and I needed it spelled out for me. I nearly gave up because Wiccan rituals and dedications made me feel nothing that I thought it was supposed to, and it felt more like I was acting and memorizing a play. I felt silly. I’m not saying that Wicca is silly, not at all, I have a lot of respect for Wicca and the authors of those books as well. A couple of my favorite books are written by Wiccan authors. I felt silly because I was going through the motions but feeling nothing and continuing to do it. Eventually I had to stop and step away from it all to gain perspective. Years later on down the road instead of feeling silly and fake I then felt alone and empty. I questioned everything, “Now what?” I thought to myself, “This cannot be all that there is and I have so much left inside me.”. I began studying the history of Wicca, Christianity, Mesopotamian Religions, Thelema, Odinism, European, Asian, and Egyptian religions and then back to Wicca and every section of it. I did this for years questioning everything over and over. Wicca has so many beliefs it left my head spinning, that’s not always a bad thing. There’s Monotheism, Duotheism, Polytheism, Pantheism, Agnosticism, and Atheism. And then Dianic, Gardnerian, Asatru, Odinism……Help is what I cried out inside! I had to just stop it all. I stopped practicing all forms of magick for awhile. I stopped trying to find a name to what religion I was. I just stopped and started focusing on living. I had bad relationships I had to get out of my system. I had a few businesses to start and then end. I became a mother and that was such a gift! I focused all of my attention on him. Through that joy I eventually found strength to begin a wonderful relationship with my soul mate and now husband. I stepped back and let it be for awhile. Then I felt great about it! Do you really need a label to practice Witchcraft? To pray? To cast? To believe in power? To be in tune with something powerful? No. I can sit on the bare Earth and feel the power and it be enough. I don’t need a labeled path to say I am a Witch.

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Pre-Spring Fever

We have 32 days until spring is technically here, but I’m already excited. Outside in our yard so many flowers and plants are blooming that I cannot help but to be intoxicated by their seductive charms.

Today I am stalking the mailman. I’ve been waiting rather impatiently on my seeds, Belladonna, Henbane, Hemlock, Mandrake…I can hardly take it. My hands have been out of the dirt too long. I need to plant and dig and bitch some about all the weeds I’m battling. Is it me, or has this been the longest damn winter ever? I’m over it.

I moved this Lemon Balm late in the season last year as it was dying. I didn’t think it would survive all the trauma of being moved. I have been proved wrong.


Lemon Balm, (Melissa officinalis)

And here the lovely Petunia Prissy Paws shows us some delicate parsley popping up again from last year. Watch out Vanna, she’s quite the helper.


Parsely, (Petroselinum crispum), and the lovely Petunia pointing it out.

Ok, Vanna is more lady-like, but it shows how comfortable she is with all this emerging plant growth. I have struggled growing strawberries here. They keep coming back though, so maybe they will find a way to get through this year.


Miss Priss posing with the strawberry plant

I am impressed to see how well the sage has done over winter in the raised bed. It seems to have appreciated the blanket of leaves spread over it. It’s surprising how much sage you can get from just one pant. I will make several fragrant sage bundles this year. Last year I assembled quite a few and dried out more than enough to powder for cooking. Delicious.


Sage, Salvia Officinalis

Female Holly Bush, How do I know it’s female? Because only female holly bushes produce berries. She scratches too.


Fennel, other garden plants may not like you, but I am going to eat you.



Nandina berries….beautiful but not for eating unless you’re a bird.


Nandina berries, Nandina domestica

Yes, I am always this pale, I just don’t seem to notice it unless I’m staring at a photo of myself. I had meant to gather a few of those sunflower seeds so I could replant them this year but it looks like the birds enjoyed them first. I grew sunflowers for the bids anyway so it’s a win.


Empty Sunflower pod

No one could ever convince me that magic isn’t real. Just look around you.

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