When your heart is drawn to witchcraft but your partner doesn’t share your beliefs, how do you walk your path without hiding it—or hurting them? In this heartfelt letter from a baby witch planting magical… Read More »Ask Grandma: How Do I Practice Witchcraft When My Partner Doesn’t Believe?
Each time you choose to believe in yourself, even just a little more than yesterday, the spell deepens. Keep going, little witch. Keep weaving. Keep becoming.
A special Imbolc ritual, blending light, gratitude, and transformation, will make our annual journey to the Firebird Festival even more magical and meaningful.
There’s a special excitement in the air—the kind that comes with the promise of a hill covered in snow, the thrill of a ride, and the warmth of Grandma’s house.
The arrival of my two new granddaughters are blessings as well as reminders of the beauty and mystery of life’s cycles.
I often refer to Grandma’s Grimoire as “GG”—the very same nickname my paternal grandmother was given. Could it be a coincidence or was something deeper at play?
The past is not lost; it lingers in the echoes of our memories, in the stories we tell, and in the love our ancestors have for us—a love that never truly fades.
As I reflect on my journey—as a mother, grandmother, and spiritual seeker—I am drawn to the roles I hold and the legacy I hope to leave behind.
Overnight, my life has changed from an overall feeling of happiness, rainbows, and sunshine to a life that feels cold, dark, and gray.
I have not been writing much lately … in fact, I have not been painting much lately either. Ever since April’s solar eclipse, I have pretty much just been focusing on getting … grounded. Over… Read More »Reflections from the Solar Eclipse
