Unscrew the top and keep something special inside! Sold on Etsy.
oh my god
these are incredibly sexy
Give them to me
It’s been awhile since I broke out the sketch pad for actual sketching. Must be something in the air.
This little sketch excites me… The set of her jaw, the horns, the promise of action… I don’t know what.
Beautiful as always!
primalheart asked: OMFGS! We need to make you a Queen's cabinet. Hell I need one too. Dark mahogany colored. Little drawers inside. Inscribed with sigils and words. Compact, portable if need be. Yes.....
Yes! Yes we do, I need it. I need it like now.
The kind with the doors you open to even get to the drawers, maybe in an iron open work design… I’ve dreamed of iron open work peacock doors and gates… and ones with roses.
I kind of love the idea of a portable/travel sized one.
But also one the size of my chest cavity at least. A small standing table top mirror will sit atop it… oval shaped… framed on either side by hanging sconces for candles.
Ah! I needs it. All inscribed and scribbled with sigils words… all scratched in, poured into the wood, bound in my the finish… dark wood gleaming in the firelight reflected from the eyes.
I know exactly what the wood will feel like, where to tilt my head and fingers to find the drawer I need…
Sneak Peek of what I’m working on. Got major plans for this and the future. Expect to see more.
Time to get back into the groove of things, magic to be had.
Fueled by a desire to make change happen, to have a better world. We made magic the way that we knew how to make magic. But imagine if it went further? Imagine if others look on the Mother of New Time and not just pass it up because it’s not how they do magic. But took up the cause and made their magic? What if those who don’t cast spells, took it up in prayer and petitions? What if groups of all kinds and all paths under this umbrella of Paganism took this as a start and ran with it. Every full moon people of all creeds taking the time and the care to set the intention for a better future for all. The energetic wave would be awe inspiring.
More than that, the chain of events would lead to real change. We set forth with our spiritual intention every full moon to the end of 2012. The moon then becomes a focus and reminder to wake up and take notice. Suddenly that news article you read, reminds you to pay special attention to that issue during the rite. You find yourself paying more attention to the news. You start to look into whether or not your candidates and representatives are supporting those ideals that you care about and pray for. It’s election year, you have a list of what is important to you, how you want the world to change. You can use that to help navigate the candidates , issues, the propositions. It becomes a part of your working mind, you make choices with your pocket book, with your voice. The ritual then is a wake up to be present in the shaping of the future! That is power. That is how change happens.
My sisters have started a year long full moon ritual titled We, The Mother of the New Time. A powerful working to connect the consciousness of women around the world, with the potential to go so much farther. We can all grow a better future.
Time to return to the sea. It had been a growing need. The thundering of hooves in the mind blending with the rhythmic clash of the waves on the rocks. The soul centering balance of being at the place where all three worlds meet. Bad luck had been at my heels all winter, it all cried out for the cleansing waters of brine. There would be no stopping this pilgrimage. There would be offerings made, there would be fire, there would be water, no matter how cold.
The tide was high, and while the land surrounding this beloved slice of sea is going through much upheaval and change (a “reconstruction of the water table” that I am unconvinced is for the benefit of the land itself…) the beach and the sea remained as it ever was. The sky shone out cerulean blue from between its wisps of gray and the sun sparkled on the sea with tantalizing warmth. The evocative call of the sea and it’s jeweled adventures. Beautiful, deadly, a delightful trap if ever there was one.
Today I sat down with my Grandmother. I sang the songs of memory, of honor, of devotion. I poured her a glass of wine in the same cup she drank out of in life. Lovingly I pulled out the pieces of artwork she has left behind and thanked her for the many blessings they continue to bring me. Mostly I just loved and remembered her.
Happy Birthday Grandma <3
I miss your wit, your wisdom, and your company. I know that you are where you ought to be, finally whole and complete, no longer waiting for the rest of your pieces to catch up.
Know that I still cherish your memory, as I cherish the things you have left behind. I pray that you will continue to keep watch over me and mine, as I continue to keep watch over your beloved remembrance. Continue to live on in the hearts and minds of those who loved you, and speak us words of wisdom when need be.
Above all, know that I love you.
Woot! It was a great time, can’t wait till next year :)
Next year is going to be so amazing. I’m seriously excited about it, every time I stop to think about it. :)