Temple Workshop

Today we went to our sister church in Memphis for a workshop essentially about energy work. It was good but the main reason I’m writing today is because of this:

Today I bought my very own shrine box, and I adore it.

Ostara 2014 – Part One: Ritual Showers

Do you know how difficult it is to take a ritual shower with a baby? They don’t quite get the ambiance of it. I can roll with it though. It’s just a different energy I’m working with. Less solitary deep trance, more love and care. I’m also very lucky to have a water baby so we can take as long as we need and he loves every second of it.
The general set up for this is just like I was going to take a ritual shower on my own with some minor adjustments for safety: no candles any more, I just dim the lights (this is less for him at the moment and more accounting for the fact that I’m terribly clumsy already, and I don’t quite have down the paying-attention-to-multiple-things ability down yet).
In the shower I put him in his little shower seat so he can kick and the water and smile at how weird he thinks it is and I can cleanse and focus on myself for a few moments. I always cleanse him after me because I feel like if I do him first it’s counter productive. I think of energies as marginally sticky, and I’ve got a lot more of the bad to get rid of than he does. Cleansing him is fairly easy; I use his lavender/chamomile baby wash and wash all the ick (literal and energywise) off him. Then we rinse and play in the water some more, because he enjoys it and I like the cute faces he makes.
We’ve just finished our ritual shower to start today, and gotten dressed for Ostara/his Wiccaning. He’s taking a nap and I’m waiting until he’s good enough asleep I can transfer him to his daddy while I go make something for the potluck.


figurine makeover

Reblogging this for reference~

Ozark Pagan Mamma

Recently while thrift shopping, I came across a figurine of an angel holding a rabbit. “Oh neat”, I thought- “that can be a depiction of Ôstara for my Spring Equinox altar!” I didn’t much like the colors though; it never seems to look right to me how small figurines have the details painted in. Then I remembered what I did for altar statues before I started sculpting; I made them look “rustic” with layers of acrylic paint. So now I’ll share that method with you…

You’ll need:
white acrylic craft paint (or acrylic gesso)
dark acrylic craft paint
light beige or off-white acrylic craft paint

1. First, clean all the dust and grime off your thrift shop treasure.

2. Next, paint a layer of thick white acrylic paint or acrylic gesso. This will make the subsequent layers of paint look even. Let dry thoroughly.

3. Now give the…

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My Mother’s Red Tent

Thinking about my own red tent and what I would like to do once moon time starts really affecting me again, has made me reflect on when I was a child and my mother would have her Moon Lodge.

Now, that’s not what she called it, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t realize that that’s essentially what she was doing. When we lived in Naples, Italy all those years ago my mother took immaculate care of her self, not just the house and us kids. As such, when her menses came (and they were always pretty intense for her) she would have at least a day (generally the first day of) that she would relax.

We would help her cover the windows so that the living room was dark like a cave, and we would take the mountain of my great grandmother’s quilts from my Hope Chest and make a huge palette for momma and us three kids on the floor of the living room. For that day we all laid on the floor and were quite so that momma could rest. The boys and I would play quietly with some toys and sometimes we would watch long more quiet movies with momma. Then my father would come home from work and make us all dinner and we’d eat and watch something funny and go to bed all in the floor like that.

I think my mother dealt with it rather well, keeping us excited about quiet time and making it something that could relax and refresh her, regardless of having three young children (I’m not sure where my youngest brother is hiding in these photos) and a husband around during that time. Knowing what I know now, I’m really proud of how my mother handled it.