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wonderings, pictures, tidbits
bubble and squeak.
my name is ash.
slytherpuff, female, manic depressive, bellydancer, insomniac, feminist, bubbly drunk, hedge,hearth, and green witch, welcome to my world.
there are massive amounts of
the following: harry potter, batman, and various hippie dippy things. good day to you.

It’s going to be a good night with my own herbal sleep mix— chamomile, lavender, and a splash of kavakava.

It’s going to be a good night with my own herbal sleep mix— chamomile, lavender, and a splash of kavakava.

— 1 year ago with 1 note
#wicca  #herbalism  #sleep  #paganism  #kitchen witch 
My altar to Hel and to the dark moon phase of the coming season.

My altar to Hel and to the dark moon phase of the coming season.

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#wicca  #paganism  #witchy  #altar  #samhain  #winter  #hel  #goddess 
WindMan of the Mountain

he snaps his barbed jaws made of thin sticks— you know
the kind that
SNAP and CRACK ominously underfoot when the woods have grown too
quiet, too calm, for all to be well
teeth gnashing— this the sound of dead leaves skittering against pavement and river rocks at dusk (that time when you need to settle down and get a fire started, but you’re not quite sure of where you are)
              homeless
wandering the woods in search for something he will never find
hysterical, eternally lost his

eyes

are the dim, barely there glow of camp fires that go out too early
fingers the cold that creeps around the base of your sleeping bag and along your neck
cheek bones the sun-bleached sides of mountains that you don’t notice until you step over them, flailing to hold onto roots.
his voice is the unrecognizable call from some animal you cannot identify in the depths of the woods, but not so deep that you cannot imagine it coming towards you. not so deep that the sound doesn’t make your hair stand on end.

his feet are bound with the ghost skins of snakes that lurk under rocks, darting out only when you have one foot precariously balanced on its side.
he travels — howling and yowling like some hell cat out of deep
mountain lore— starved, half crazed, ravenous
fever hot and parched
his mouth a voracious, vacuous, vorpal cave
that leads down into his river stomach— that part of the river you thought was deep, but revealed its true nature with the electric sting of broken legs after jumping.
his howl is the wiping of the wind at your tent
angry hands running broken glass claws against your skin as you walk against it.

he is jealous of those who wonder the wood for he has no true home.
his ribs the skeletons of eerie, too thick mountain laurel trees and the hollow shells of long fallen oaks.
the light of the moon burns his moth-wing skin on nights when the forest is full of her radiance. so he yowls, furious and powerless
rattling and shaking his bones — the dead arms of trees that stretch out over too steep mountains, acid burnt and raw

his name could have been pestilence to the christians
but only the Natives know his name and only whisper it lowly
and on nights when the wind is calm and he cannot hear their summons—
Windigo.

his only purpose is that he has none.
his motivation is endless hunger
that is older than the mountain itself-
or maybe it was born with the mountain…
he in his rabid madness has long forgotten the origin of his emptiness.
he is hungry, and you are in his wood.

— 1 year ago
#poetry  #nature  #blue ridge parkway  #paganism  #wicca  #witchy things  #spooky shtuff  #autumn  #fall 
parkway moon

i am selfish in my adoration
                 - in my observation
as if this light, this moon is
mine&
mine alone.
as if no other being is looking upon same
face as i am, as if this face is put on for me.
as if she is my mother and she has no daughter quite as grand as i.

i bottle her clear, unlying light with my
eyes &
hide those bottles away deep my
                                                      chest
somewhere close to my heart so few may see it.

her beams are a lullaby sweeping over mountain ridges
that i like to pretend only i can hear as she sings over the
loud whispering of the trees.
i like to think that i am sole and secular in being bathed in her
spectacular, white-gold luminescence.
her engulfing gaze is the emanating heat of my blankets, encompassing me like a child.
i do not share this warmth- no,
no instead i wrap it tightly around me, i burrow down within it
and let it dissolve the cold of the world untouched by her light.
her light keeps the true night away—
even the creatures who ride the wind, howling and furious still.
they skitter around her;
quiet and heavy with awe as if they know they are in her territory and their kind are not welcome there.

her grandeur is not to be shared nor looked upon by unworthy eyes.
it would be vain to think that no other shall gaze up at her as i do
                                   but i shall be vain.
i shall be vain and i shall try to trap her essence within my veins to keep
the undeserving away.
i am gluttonous with her abundant shine &
in quiet, lonely moments like this i {selfishly}
like to think
that she is smiling just for me.

— 1 year ago with 5 notes
#poetry  #blue ridge parkway  #paganism  #wicca  #goddess  #moon  #nature 
Am I the moon?

sometimes i feel like i’m two creatures caught
b
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a
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skin, sharing one body.
my tongue rough- sandpaper, broken glass, too many curses
while the lips around it burn with apologies, a broom sweeping up the mess
of another woman.

i feel like there are two animals
each fighting for their right to shine through
they’re voracious in this battle— it surprises me that their clawstalonssteeth don’t break through the thin expanse of flesh to the outside.

i have two women living within my skull
one wildroughfighting— slinging glasses and insults.
face paint, bones and bottle trees, fire and ash
wet pine needels under bleeding feet.
the warrior, Artemis. laughdancing through flames.
a bear, a wolf, a cat, a bird. animal in nature.

the other fights with words.
elegant, gentle, soft, break able, everything the other
cannot afford to be.
goddess of the hearth, she feeds her comrades like children
keeps fires stocked with woods
and binds bleeding arms.
this woman carries pitchers of water
writes sweet letters to missing friends and lovers.

am I some crude splice of these creatures?
am I a bastard of these mothers— each passionate
one biting, brackish tides, slow moving rivers, still ponds
the other a warm, clean bath?
am I both simultaneously, or am I wearing one face while the other
watches behind mine eyes?

I am the moon—
full and loving, dark and hiding
and something in between.

yeah, that sounds about right.
something in between.

— 1 year ago with 4 notes
#paganism  #wicca  #moon  #thoughts  #personal  #brain rambles 
& in these moments

after sitting in a dripping wet and muggy forest
the world seems okay.
my decisions seem right
and all my hopes are in bloom.

— 1 year ago with 5 notes
#UNCA  #herbalism  #paganism  #wicca  #nature 
This summer has been pure insanity

& I have loved every moment of it.

This summer has drawn me in with heat and rain, and spit me out as a whole new animal.

I have danced drunk around bonfires, done rituals in the damp woods, cried on swing-sets, screamed about the stupidity of boys, and smoked too many American Spirits.

My heart has been opened to others as well as myself. I have met the most wonderful of people and some of the not so wonderful. With Nicole I have found a family that has no blood ties to me. I’ve found a HOME, not just on room where I’ve created a home for myself.

My feet have found pleasure in the heat of the earth after a hard storm and my lungs the heaviness of summer air. Love has become a thing I demand rather than crave. I’ve found my strength in bottles of red (&chocolate) wine and in the embers of a fire.

I have found myself knowing that I am enough.

I may be confused in the ways of my future, but I have a place to figure it all out. I have a family dwelling in my bear-heart. I carry them in my chest and in my soul.

And I have found passion in my craft again and my new patron Goddess, Arta (Artio, Mother Honey Paw, She Bear).

— 1 year ago with 3 notes
#personal  #life  #paganism  #wicca  #herbalism  #summer  #lyf  #love  #family 
Summah Thyme {birth}

With the summer solstice burning, my primal side is craving a fire and summer ale.

Henna dye has been mixed to culture all night for fire-red hair tomorrow after a burning tonight.

My men are building a fire for this evening and I plan to dance around it with the Fire God and the fertility Goddess in mind.

— 1 year ago
#wicca  #paganism  #natural  #herbal  #herbalism  #dye  #summer  #hair 
Taken with instagram
My cat mask for my patron Goddess, Bast.

Taken with instagram

My cat mask for my patron Goddess, Bast.

— 1 year ago with 13 notes
#Bast  #Wicca  #Paganism  #Goddess 
Taken with instagram
New altar to the Summer God which is channeling the element of Fire.
Fire represents destruction/reconstruction, sexual energy, cleansing, and forceful natures. 
On my “offering plate” (my candle tile) there are:
Basil Leaves— love, wealth, exorcism, and protection.
Valerian Leaves— love, sleep, and purification.
Snap-Dragon flowers— protection
Dried Roses— protection, divination, healing, and love.
Cedar wood— healing, purification, and wealth. 
I always build my altar with things from my garden that I feel I need to go there, then I research their meanings. Apparently, I needed elements of love, healing, wealth, and protection when channeling masculine energy. {:

Taken with instagram

New altar to the Summer God which is channeling the element of Fire.

Fire represents destruction/reconstruction, sexual energy, cleansing, and forceful natures.

On my “offering plate” (my candle tile) there are:

  • Basil Leaves— love, wealth, exorcism, and protection.
  • Valerian Leaves— love, sleep, and purification.
  • Snap-Dragon flowers— protection
  • Dried Roses— protection, divination, healing, and love.
  • Cedar wood— healing, purification, and wealth. 

I always build my altar with things from my garden that I feel I need to go there, then I research their meanings. Apparently, I needed elements of love, healing, wealth, and protection when channeling masculine energy. {:

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#altar  #god  #herbalism  #herbs  #masculine  #paganism  #wicca  #witch 
Taken with instagram
The theme for this altar for the Goddess is (and always seems to be) water.
Water represents purity, healing, soothing natures, love, and flowering.
As an offering I have:
Magnolia— Fidelity
Sage— immortality, purification, and protection.
Valerian Leaves— love, sleep, purification.
My favorite elements are the vertebrae of some dead animal my herbalist found in the woods near her home.

Taken with instagram

The theme for this altar for the Goddess is (and always seems to be) water.

Water represents purity, healing, soothing natures, love, and flowering.

As an offering I have:

  • Magnolia— Fidelity
  • Sage— immortality, purification, and protection.
  • Valerian Leaves— love, sleep, purification.

My favorite elements are the vertebrae of some dead animal my herbalist found in the woods near her home.

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#goddess  #altar  #wicca  #paganism  #wiccan  #bast  #herbs  #herbalism  #pagan  #witch 
Taken with instagram
My favorite part of my masculine altar— a quartz stone, with a Timber Rattlesnake’s rattler that was a gift from my dad ages ago. In the back there is a Snap-Dragon, and to the side there is a picture of Gaia.

Taken with instagram

My favorite part of my masculine altar— a quartz stone, with a Timber Rattlesnake’s rattler that was a gift from my dad ages ago. In the back there is a Snap-Dragon, and to the side there is a picture of Gaia.

— 1 year ago
#snake  #rattler  #pagan  #wiccan  #wicca  #paganism  #witchy woman 
Just made Aunt Jet’s Morning Brownies

for my Herbalist’s birthday. {:

I plant to eat these with her in the woods for an herb walk, then head to her place to watch Practical Magic…which she’s never seen.

When this came out she was in the jungles of South America training with Shamans and Leopard men. Such a bomb-ass lady. 

— 1 year ago with 4 notes
#herbalism  #nature walks  #birthdays  #Practical Magic  #Brownies  #paganism  #Wicca 

My newly arranged masculine and feminine altars— can you guess which is which?

— 2 years ago with 3 notes
#Wicca  #paganism  #Ostara  #Spring  #magick  #candles  #nature  #Goddess  #God  #Masculine  #Feminine  #CLEAAAAAN!