Tree City Witch: How To Be the Queen of Wands

What is your attachment style?

Let’s find out and ask, What “karmac” or lessons should I learn from this style..

Please read the blog  through the link below and there’s a little homework to go along with it using tarot cards.. Yahhh, lol

Abundant Blessings Sisters and Brothers,

SunRay Sorceress

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/agora/2017/04/tree-city-witch-queen-wands/?utm_medium=email&utm_source=BRSS&utm_campaign=Pagan&utm_content=431

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Magical Recipies Online | 12 Symptoms of Spiritual Awakening

“It is a whole process where a person tries to make sense of the world and their part with a new set of eyes and an increased awareness.”
http://www.magicalrecipesonline.com/2017/03/symptoms-of-spiritual-awakening.html
Sometimes experiencing signs of a Spiritual Awakening can be confusing but it’s not to be feared. Please click on the link and see what the 12 symptoms on Spiritual Awakening are.

Abundant Blessings Sisters and Brothers,

SunRay Sorceress

Smelling Roses

Ohh the amazing Magick of a 🌹 Rose.
Brightest Blessings Sisters and Brothers,
SunRay Sorceress

Anne Duthers

by Anne Duthers

IMGP1202 - Copy ‘Betty Boop’ Rose

We have all heard the phrase, and some even quote it: “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…”  In the famous play, Juliet here asks Romeo to change his sir name, as if it didn’t matter. Often today the quote is used as if to say that one lovely flower, although different, is as good as another despite a change in name. Sometimes this ‘lovely flower’ meaning is stretched to mean ‘women’ or ‘love’ in general. But roses can be very different in name, and some don’t smell at all.

Ah, William (if that is indeed your name) truth is ~ you got it wrong.

Although, in Shakespeare’s day it was closer to being true.  Back then, the almost scent-free hot house rose we see commonly today would not be tolerated. Simply no room in the carefully tended medieval garden for…

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Ceanothus: an American Fairy Bush

A trip through the Fairy Realm with an Indian paint brush.
Brightest Blessings,
SunRay Sorceress

Anne Duthers

by Anne Duthers

It started with me, barefoot on a lawn in the suburbs of California’s Central Valley. It was summer, and therefore, redundantly, hot. I wore little besides, well, a diaper actually.  From all accounts it was a happy day, but what I remember is the grass. Between my toes and in my chubby hands: then grab, yank, and in the mouth, much to Mom’s alarm.  As natural to me as falling down a rabbit hole.

And thus began my love affair with Nature in all her green glory. Oh yes, mud pies were an important part of this journey. As were afternoon hours of insect observation ~ a fascination of the creepy-crawliest kind! (shudder) Getting lost got me in trouble in the expanses of hillside shrubbery that pass for wilderness to a kid in San Francisco. Lost, not in location, but because I was busy with the plants I…

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