Friday, March 25, 2023 — The long, dark days of winter have taken their toll, and I feel tired. I have nearly given up hope that my world will ever be warm or green again.
I dare to venture outdoors, looking for signs of life.
I see daffodils, tulips, and crocuses pushing through the warming soil.
I see the fish swimming toward the pond’s surface, waiting beyond hope that they will finally be fed after five months of hibernating.
I hear the birds singing. I hear the wind rustling through the leaves.
I look at the swing that we hung in our backyard for our grandchildren. A swing that I know will be well-used this year.
I spot freshly dug dirt and a pile of leaves in one of the raised flower beds. As I look closer, I realize that it is a nest full of baby bunnies.
I begin to feel excitement, a feeling of joy, rising from deep inside me.
Each year, as winter turns to spring, I am resurrected.
Like the Rose of Jericho.
Like a phoenix.
For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a Grandma. I was fortunate to have two wonderful grandmothers while I was growing up and I have many happy memories of each of them. Today, I live in a “Grandmother’s House” where my husband and I enjoy lots of time with our family. In addition to my role as Grandma to seven grandchildren, I am a daughter, a wife, a mother of three grown children, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a writer, an artist … and a witch.
✨Grandma’s Grimoire✨ is a collection of family wisdom interwoven with a touch of magick. Our goal is to create a living and lasting legacy that we hope will inspire our future generations as well as anyone who is drawn to it.