Full Moon Magick — Witches Of The Craft®

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The Mist

A mist like none other came rambling in

on the warm, jagged breakers of the Gulf

giant rollers; great, undulating waves

toppling all over one another

 

This was no fog

no, those were felt many times

lingering on mountain passes

in the valleys and caves

No, this was something else altogether

alive, thick and enveloping

 

From the top floor of a white, stucco building

trimmed in baby blue

the view was like none other

When the feeling hit with a suddenness

it overwhelmed

suffocated, almost

 

Collapsing onto the bed, just as the telephone rang

the sound muffled

answering with, “I’m just so tired…”

 

“I bet you are,” the caller responds knowingly, with a smile.

The Coffee Rut

Hey folks!  I started out this blog with a post about my Saturday morning mug of tea, and my morning Tai Chi.  I talked about how good this routine made me feel, and I meant it.  Problem was, most other days started out in a rush and a cup of strong coffee.  I’d been drinking it for years!  In fact, the habit stems all the way back to the little me, around age five, who looked forward to that tiny bit of coffee my dad would leave in his cup when he left for work.  He would get up from the table, and my mom would follow him to say goodbye.  Now was my chance!  I’d sneak up to the table and check his cup.  Sure enough, there’d be those last few swallows of coffee, creamy with Coffee-mate and made even more interesting by a few stray coffee grounds!  Mmmmm!  I’d drink it down quickly, savoring the very adult taste on my tongue and feeling very pleased with myself.  Later on, in high school, I could easily down four or five cups before I even left for school!  I’d be flying high on a huge caffeine rush!

As I got older, though, I began to notice an increasing sensitivity to caffeine.  I might meet a friend for coffee at Starbucks, and I’d leave feeling jittery and a little queasy.  Sometimes, I’d get headaches, and my neck and upper back would get tight and achy.  Other times, I’d feel irritable or anxious.  Falling to sleep at night could sometimes be difficult, even though I only drank one cup a day.  I can’t believe I didn’t tie all this back to the coffee!  But I still thought I needed at least that one cup of coffee to get going in the morning.  I really couldn’t imagine not having it!

Then one day, that all changed.  It was Thanksgiving morning of 2017.  As I went through my usual routine, I suddenly thought, “I don’t feel like coffee this morning; I think I’ll have tea instead.”  I love tea and always have, and sometimes I did drink it in the morning instead of coffee, but about 95% of my mornings began with coffee – until this day.  From this day forward, I switched from coffee in the mornings to tea, and it has been one of the best decisions I’ve made.  I realize both coffee and tea have caffeine, but somehow tea is so much smoother at delivering it.  I don’t feel any of those symptoms I used to feel from coffee.  I am sleeping better at night.  From that first day, I felt calm yet energetic – even at work.  It’s like being high on life!  No more jittery, irritable feelings.  No more upset stomach.  Just pure, healthy energy.

I still like the smell and taste of coffee, and for this reason I do keep a small jar of instant decaffeinated coffee around – just in case I’m really wanting that taste.  But I’ve hardly used it.  I love my tea, and I love trying different kinds.  My old stand-by for the mornings is Earl Grey, but I also like a strong cup of green tea.  Herbal teas are also wonderful, especially for at night, to wind down.  I had a nice patch of lemon balm a while back, and was able to harvest a good amount for tea.  Currently I have a small patch of chamomile growing that the squirrels have yet to find.  Wish me luck with that!  Anyway, just wanted to share my tea experience, in case it can help someone else who’s stuck in the coffee rut!

Be happy and well!

Lie To Me

Lie to me

your words so sublime

fruit from the vine

when you say that you’re mine

 

Want to hear it again

your words fall so well

on this affection starved soul

your truth a hard sell

 

Of whispered sweet nothings

taking all I can get

You’ll stop at nothing

You win every bet

 

Lie to me

I really don’t mind

What I don’t know won’t hurt

There’s always next time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Butterfly

A free spirit won’t be captured or caged for long

and knows where she doesn’t belong

Although she may not know where to go

the spirit will sense when things are wrong:

 

There’s a missed connection of things unseen

The grass is brown but should be green

Though enveloped in cloaks of white

games afoot which are unclean

 

Flying here and there through dusty turquoise sky

on the other side of night is where her love will lie

as balmy breezes caress fevered skin

her hearts delight fulfilled with a sigh

 

Indeed, this place has a certain essence

crafted and created of a divine presence

all rustled palms, jagged silhouettes

Her making it beautiful by the art of Transference.

 

 

Spooky Action

The whole time I was out with him

I only thought of you

Such a needless distraction

but what was I to do?

You were in my hair

that sooty stare

‘bout shot my heart right through

 

Electric angels everywhere…

a sizzling crack at night

Quantumly entangled now

no telling wrong from right

 

I’m the girl who comes along

when you’re on a high

to be done with as you will

you think you are so fly

 

I feel you before I see you

and am forever changed

my heart on fire

my one desire

myself the one to blame