A witch at Christmas


“All the best stories have witches in them.”

~Unknown

Being the only public witch in the family can be hard especially because I choose not to hide it.  I have more of the attitude of “I’m a witch dudes, get over it.”. No one in the family celebrates Yule, or even recognizes it as a holiday. It is Christmas all the way. Even though Christians pretty much took over Yule and made it into Christmas. Like really? Yule Log has Yule IN THE NAME, but that’s a whole other post. I know they don’t understand, but still, it’s unfulfilling.  I am slowly figuring about little ways to sneak some Yule into the mix. Mostly so I don’t go insane.

This year, I gave all of my nieces and nephew crystals for Christmas.  We had a conversation about three weeks ago about how everyone has a birth crystal that corresponds with the zodiac calendar. They seemed really excited about it so I went with it.  They all got a polished stone and a raw stone so they could see the difference. I also added selinate to charge them, and a necklace to wear them.

My 8 year old niece, (the witchling), was over the moon.  So I went further and explained all the properties and what she can use the stones for, she got Jade and Emerald. (Expensive child)  I also explained that she can put all of the crystals on her windowsill on the full moon to cleanse and charge them. Her face was priceless.  It made my heart so happy. We now have a deal that I have to call her on everything full moon and remind her.

Then, something happened that made my entire holiday.  My family is really large, so we chose names for Secret Santa.  My sister-in-law picked me. When it was my turn she handed me two gifts.  The first, and kick ass Harry Potter light. Woot! The second, almost made me cry.  Inside the box, gently wrapped, was a large beautiful piece of raw rose quartz. To go further, she researched the meanings and wrote them down on a piece of paper and at the bottom wrote, “Happy Yule”.  I don’t think there are words to describe my feelings at that moment. I simple thank you, did not seem enough, but it is all I had.

That crystal will have a special place on my altar always, because it truly is a crystal of love.  I will always remember the year that someone in my family remember Yule, and the fact that it is an important part of my life.  Dear sister-in-law, you made my holiday season, thank you so much.

So this year, I was a witch at Christmas, and someone remembered.

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December the fifth


Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.


~George Eliot

So I am a bit behind, but I really wanted to write this, so here we are.

December 5th, is an important day for a few reasons, but this one is especially close to home.  It is my step-dad Warner’s birthday. He passed away after a long battle with alzheimer’s 10 years ago.  I miss him now the same as I missed him that terrible day, but I chose not to think about that too often, I remember the good times that came before his illness.

It is often said, what is remembered lives.  So I remember…

When I would give him a gift that he really liked he was say “oh man!”.  That’s how I knew he really liked it.

When he moved to Texas for work when I was in high school, we would email back and forth all the time.  I cherished those emails, especially because he was a man of few words, and those words were just for me.

When is used to drink Grand Marnier that came in those purple bags.  They were the same color as his fraternity colors so he kept them. I still have a few.  

When I was sick and home from school, he would sit with me, him in his chair, me on the couch, with my pillows and blankets and we would watch old war movies.

When, on my first communion, he dressed up in a suit just to take a photo with me because I was all dressed up.

When I brought home a signed pictures from the Olivia Newton-John concert.  His face was priceless. Thanks to my best friend Emmie, we shared a love of her.  

When I got married and we danced to “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong.  He wore his blue suit, the one that he is buried in. He collected me at the table for our dance, then walked me back afterward, a true gentleman.  I have a picture of this dance on my wall. I have been divorced for years, but it is one of my favorite memories of him.

Everytime, I hear that song I know he is with me.  Often it is when I am at a low point and I need support.  I will never forget the first time, after his burial, my family whet back to my mom’s house.  It was American Idol night and that was a pretty big deal for us back then. We put on the TV, turned to the show, and BAM.  They were singing “What a Wonderful World”. We cried, but it was a good cry. He was saying that he was there, and he still is.

Happy Birthday, Warner! If what is remember lives, you will live forever.

Out of the mouths of babes…


“Knowing the answers will help you in school.  Knowing how to question will help you in life.”


~Warren Berger

I love being Auntie Shelly, I think it might be my favorite role in life.  I can’t have kids of my own, thank you PCOS, but I get to spend lots of time with the brood and that makes me happy.  This weekend my little miss 8 year old niece caught me off guard, as kids often do.

A little back story.  Little miss has always been fascinated that I am a witch.  Every picture she has drawn for me has some kind of witchy element.  Her current favorite is drawing me and her flying on broom sticks. It’s adorable.  Anyway, we are driving in the car, my sister is in the passenger seat and little miss is in the back.  After about 30 minutes, she says, “Auntie Shelly, can I ask you a question?”. These are always fun, you never quite know what will come out of their mouths at this point.  “Of course, doll, what’s up?”

This I was not prepared for.  She asked how I found my religion.  How does anyone find religion? Why is it so important to me?  She’s 8. Dear Goddess, here we go. After a pregnant pause, I said that it was something that was always in me, but I just needed to find it on my own.  I told her that it’s great to learn about all kinds of religions and at some point one will speak to her. My sister, who is awesome, told her that she would help her look into any religion she wanted.  If she wants to go to church, she will bring her, etc. I also told her that if she wanted to learn anything about my path, all she has to do is ask. We already do little spells together so she knows I am full of info.  (Favorite quote after doing magick with her to find the long lost remote: “Auntie Shelly, I don’t believe in magick that will turn a dog into a cat, but I think I believe in this!”.)

I hope that we were to answer her questions to her satisfaction.  It is hard to tell with kids sometimes. I love that she feels comfortable enough to ask me questions like this, and I hope I can always give her answers that help her on her own path.

Personally though, I think she is a witchling. ❤

~Harmony

Spooky Castle from little miss.  Top left corner is me on my broomstick with my cat. ❤

This is reality for women.

Your mind is a weapon, keep it loaded.

~unknown

Women and men are very different in so many ways.  Sadly, this includes how we behave when we are out alone at night. Most men don’t have an issue, they can walk to their car and not give it a second thought.  Women on the other hand, must do things such as carry mace, hold their keys like a weapon, and use the buddy system as much as possible.  Women are trained from a young age on how to be mindful of the dangers that surround us, and to act in away to keep ourselves safe.  We do it without even thinking.  Well last night, I had an experience that brought it to the front of my mind.

I was heading to my sister’s house for the weekend and I decided to pick up something at the liquor store off the highway.  I had never been there before, but it was on the way, so I said why not.  It was around 6:30pm, it was dark outside, and the parking lot was full.   Finding a spot was difficult and I had to circle around quite a few times.  The third time I came around, there was a parking spot right by the door. Score for me! Well, not really.  In the spot on my driver’s side was a van, a huge cargo van with a big sliding door.  Immediately, my brain said danger, danger, don’t park here! And I didn’t park there, I know better.  It only takes 5 seconds for someone to grab you from behind and pull you into the van. So, I continued to circle around until another space opened.  This is reality for women.

This morning I was talking with my sister and brother-in-law about it.  My sister immediately said, “hell no you don’t park there”.  She then went on to explain a time when she got out of work late and in the parking garage there was a van parked on her driver’s side. She climbed into the passenger side of her car, locked the door, then moved over to the driver’s side.  My brother-in-law on the other hand, expressed that he had never had to think about something like that.  Again, this is reality for women. 

We can say until we are blue in the face that it shouldn’t be like this, and something needs to change. However, there is nothing we can do; the dangers will always exist, and we will always need to be mindful of them. I am 36 years old, and as a child I was warned about the “red van” kidnapping kids.  That was 30 years ago.  Amazingly, it only gets worse as time goes on.  This is reality for women.

Moral of the story? Women, stay safe and teach your daughters to do the same.  Men, be mindful about what the women in your life have to go through to be safe.  The world can be a scary place, and we need to stick together.

~Harmony