To be honest, I wasn’t feeling it lately. My keyboard muse had silently taken her leave and I was fully engaged with all the excitement of a new job and routine. I kept my spirituality to myself and when I felt like it shared some of it on Insta. But writing new blogposts, nah thanks. Continue reading “Witch be witchin’”
Hey babes! After that awesome writing flow I was in in January, I’ve been slacking off a bit… Blogwise that is, because there has been some practical magic going on this month!
I think Brighid’s fire has stirred up some serious drive and passion, making me crawl out of my shell again. From reading and studying in January on to doing and connecting this February. So for me the timing was absolutely brilliant to attend a Chakra massage class!
New Moon in Aquarius is approaching and it has been a month ago that I participated in the New Moon, New Me Challenge hosted by Amanda Wams, the bruja behind Urban Witches Rotterdam (Dutch site).
As my intention for 2018 is Magic, I felt the urge to do more witchy stuff and a big part of that is working with the Moon. Not just doing rituals but make it a part of my daily life. Setting intentions and tracking them as routine pushes the manditory tasks through the month. One Moon later I see the result and I’m stoked! Continue reading “New Moon, New Me, one Moon later”
After a week of moving and shaking there is a 90% chance I’ll be spending the weekend at home, in bed and without my phone at hand. Cut off, in blissfull silence doing nothing but recharging my body. And I used to hate it!
Like I said before, I’m my own worst critic and unsupportive nagger. Because I found it a massive waste of time to be in bed in the middle of the day, there were blogs to be written, walks to be made and many things to be done.
B*tch please! And this is why I cut myself some slack.
Happy belated Imbolc my loves, I hope you celebrated the feast of fire and light well! The days are getting longer and the Earth is slowly waking up with the promise of spring. Green buds and snowdrops are peeking through the cold ground, how exciting! Continue reading “Imbolc, my first celebration”
I recently met with a new friend who shares my passion of Tarot, it’s so cool to discuss different views on certain cards. When I arrive in the café where we take our tea, Naomi is already shuffling her cards and showing me her new love: The Wild Unknown Tarot. And she also has the Thoth at hand, yaye!
After I order my chai latté I ask her to show me the 3 of swords card from the Wild Unknown, I do not know the deck other than the photos on Instagram. We get into a very cool convo about what we think about this much dreaded card.
Last year has been transformational in every sense of the word. I transitioned from maiden to mother and it has been both beautiful and horrible. Bitter and sweet. And now, 9 months later, I can look back with a clear mind and a heart bursting with love.
I would like to share with you a few lessons that my babygirl has taught me in her short and sweet life.
Me and my Thoth deck have been going steady since 2002. The artwork called to me in a way the original RWS will never do and there are layer upon layers of symbology and messages. Numerology, colors, Kabbalah, mythology. Everytime I discover somethin new I get that feeling like when you are in a longterm relationship and your beau still has these hidden characteristics which make you crush all over again. GUSH…
So you just purchased your very first deck, which is awesome! Do you need some inspiration as to how to connect with your deck?
The holidays are over and I am back to work today. The magic and the mundane have to mix when you do not have your own spiritual bizz. Sometimes I struggle with this, because I like my job but I like writing, slinging cards and studying Chakra’s more.
So why did this witch choose to have an office job?
Before I had my drivers licence I cycled everywhere. In summer this is a fun way to get around, tanning your legs as you go, but when autumn sets in it stopt being fun. On the rainy days it can suck hard, depending the destination, because I don’t mind cycling home in the rain. But when the wind starts howling it doesn’t matter which way I’m going and I’ll turn into that crazy swearing woman on her bike.
What is it with wind that just gets my panties in a bunch?!