Sunday, 7 August 2016

A quick question.

I'm running on some post-ritual bliss right now. I am also exhausted and need to sleep, because we are getting up early to go on a road trip!

I went to a great small Lammas ritual this evening with a few people from the local community. It was a lot of fun, really great energy. The rain held off a bit, though we could use it. My province currently has 3 out of control fires, which is a little concerning.

The wind was strong, we were right by the ocean, and the grey sky was just a lovely backdrop to the whole affair.

One the way out of the park post ritual, we came across a large patch of heather. We harvested a bit, and as soon as I got home the rain started. Heather is associated with calling rain. I feel like I should go harvest a whole damn field, we need rain so badly.

I have another ritual next week (for Hekate), which should also be great fun as it's at one of my favourite beaches in the province. Late night swimming? Maybe? :D

So earlier this week, my friend, let's call her K, sent me this message on facebook after I had posted something witchcraft related:

I told her I wanted to blog about it, and here we are.

Honestly, I am lucky that I don't need to hide who I am from most of my family. I don't filter most of my stuff. Most of that is for a few reasons.
1- I don't talk to a lot of my extended family. My mother doesn't give two shits about what I do provided I am happy and not harming anyone.
2- A lot of my friends are pagan or pagan-friendly, or they just skip over my post. I don't generally stay friends with people who are constantly berating other people for choice they make about their spirituality.
3- I don't have co-workers on my private facebook, so it's not going to be an issue with my work.

Now, I realize that there are LOADS of people who can't, for whatever reason, be open about who they are. I recognize that my laissez-faire attitude to not giving a fuck if anyone knows I am a Pagan probably would not get me far in a more conservative place. I am lucky that working where I work guarantees my right to live my life however I wish within the confines of the law. In other places, it can be very tricky to be open and out about who you are. Even harder with your own family.

I love my family - some out of genuine love, others out of obligation. However, being the black sheep child of a black sheep child I am very used to not being understood and not fitting in. Even in my day-to-day, I know I am not everyone's cup of tea. I can't hold myself accountable to standards held by people who claim to know who I am but are willing to shame me for who I actually am. Coming out as pagan and poly was actually pretty simple for me - I told my mother, sister, and few cousins. My grandmother is an elderly devout Catholic who it served no purpose to tell. Everyone else... well, meh. They don't factor into my life very much, so their opinions of my choices are negligible.

My friends are different. I have lots of non-pagan friends. I would hazard to say that most of my friends aren't pagan (which is a massive shift from maybe 5-8 years ago). However, while my spirituality is a part of who I am and what I often measure myself by, it's not something that comes up in every day conversation. If they ask, I'll talk about it, but generally what we have in common is not spiritual. So no real drama there, thankfully.

The main thing I wanted to express is for those who cannot be open about who they are and what they believe - you do what is right for you, and whatever you need to protect yourself and your beliefs. That is not an invitation to go and hurt other people, it's just me saying that there should be no pressure to be open if it is not safe for you to be so. You take care of yourself. A large part of witchcraft, and one that a lot of people fail to discuss, is to be silent. Secrets are a normal and acceptable thing. So if this is something that you have to keep secret because you'll lose your family or you'll lose your job because some people are bigots- be secret! It's okay! Your personal safety is paramount - avoid putting yourself in harm's way if you fear for your safety.

So I guess it's a long answer to a neat question. :) Thanks, K!

Monday, 1 August 2016


It was upon a Lammas night, 
When corn rigs are bonie, 
Beneath the moon's unclouded light, 
I held awa to Annie; 
The time flew by, wi' tentless heed, 
Till, 'tween the late and early, 
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed 
To see me thro' the barley. - Robert Burns

We've had a busy few weeks, but we made time to do a bit of Lammas workings.

D's birthday was on the 28th, our anniversary was on the 25th.

I took the day off work, and we went out to a local park and had a lovely little italian picnic - margharita pizza, paté, tiramisu, italian moscato. We offered some of the wine to the spirits of the place who held us close (we didn't see a soul come through, it was blissful quiet), and it was a magical day. After eating, we got to lie on our picnic blanket and listen to the wind and the songbirds. I could have napped for a few hours.

A photo posted by Rhi (@thecorvidkey) on

A video posted by Rhi (@thecorvidkey) on

 It was a lovely day all around - it was nice to just take a break from the regular grind of day-to-day life and reconnect with nature.

We went out for beer and Greek food the night of D's birthday, and out for Mexican with some friends a few days ago. It's been nice to reconnect with people and try to build new bonds.

Today is a holiday for us, so it was easy to make some time to pop into the garden, harvest some plants for drying. The garden is kind of wild right now, I had to go out and prune and trim before even harvesting.

My little datura is coming along! I was worried it was gonna croak, but it's chugging along!
This is also only about half of the garden, the greenhouse has a number of herbs that are thriving!

I took out an offering of honey and oats to the wights of my garden space, and made sure to offer to my gnomes. I thanked the wights for a continued good harvest, and asked for their continued blessings.

I then harvested some rosemary, oregano, mint, roses, and basil, as well as some cornflowers. I hung the first up on this repurposed red birch staff we harvested a few years ago. I'm going to fancy it up a bit more after this batch is done drying, but this is good for now.

I offered the cornflowers on my ancestral altar, as a thanks for the continued guidance.

I then set out some oats and honey as offering for my gods on my altar. I burned incense and lit candles to honour their continued presence in my life.

Last night, I baked some lussekatter, since Lammas is all about bread. They turned out fabulous.

It's been quiet otherwise. I have a few rituals upcoming that I've been invited to, and that I am super excited to attend. There's a Lammas ritual being held in a park, and a Hekate ritual being held at a beach. I'm dipping my toes back into joining the smaller community of like-minded folks. It's been kind of a bumpy road for the last 6 months, but I feel ready to be around other pagan people again.

August is going to be 3 weeks of insanity followed up by a very well-deserved vacation. There are visits and rituals and weddings - but I am looking forward to every bit of it.

It's just remembering to breathe.

A photo posted by Rhi (@thecorvidkey) on