Why I call myself a kitchen witch:
I used to worry about how to label myself. We witchy people seem to adore labels! Celtic, Green, Druidic, Strega, Asatru, Hellenic, Wiccan, Egyptian, it goes on and on! When I was nineteen I went through a dedication ceremony. I decided to call myself an eclectic witch. It just made sense to take this and that and meld it together into something that felt right to me.
Then I discovered “Kitchen Witchcraft”. And I fell in love with what I read. Ever since then I have labeled myself a kitchen witch. My kitchen witchery focuses on hearth and home. It deals with the everyday magick involved in caring for your loved ones. The magick in making a home, in keeping your family healthy and safe. Part of that deals with making yummy food, baking, crafting- that sort of thing.
My “magick” is more of a nurturing magick, and in my opinion, that is closer to the old ways- and I’d rather have that than know all there is to know about each and every pantheon and who was the God of hair-dos.
A little about my life:
I’m a stay at home mom, writer, and artist. I’ve been married to James (in here he is often called the huz) since 2002. Our life revolves around our four children: Hannah, Patrick, Willow and Cooper.
We are homeschoolers, meaning we keep our children at home and teach them right at our kitchen table. Hannah, our oldest child, had three months of kindergarten before we pulled her out. She is now in the tenth grade and has been homeschooled ever since.
I’m also a henna artist. Henna body art is made of a natural plant dye (latin name: lawsonia inermis) which stains the skin a reddish-brown color. Henna is never-ever black. My henna paste is made with body art quality 100% natural henna. I mix mine with lemon juice and oils to make it into the paste that is applied to the skin. I used to work a few nights a month at an Indian restaurant and I sometimes I get work from booking special occasions, weddings, parties and private appointments here and there. Its a good little side income for a stay at home mommy- and I’ve done some memorable parties.
A little about my blogging history:
I’ve been blogging a long time. Back when I started I’d never even heard of it. I had an “online diary” which was fun and a novelty and something I thought I’d try out. I had always had a diary when I was growing up. I would write in it for a few days, sometimes even for a whole month-then lose interest. Several months later I’d find it, rip out the older entries and start fresh. Lather, rinse, and repeat.
So this all started with me wanting to actually stick to writing for a whole year. A year turned into two, and three, and five, and now it has been nearly ten years since I began my online writing journey.
Along the way I discovered that the process of writing your inner-most thoughts to an unseen crowd could be therapeutic and a totally freeing experience. Up until then, I had spent my life keeping everything inside. I had no one to talk to, because I thought my feelings wouldn’t matter, the way I looked at the world wasn’t important, and that no one would care. I thought that I had to act a certain way to be “good”. So it was amazing to suddenly have this place where no one knew me and I could say whatever the hell I wanted.
I’ve since learned to tone it down a bit. To think about who might be reading and how what I say will make them feel. I still like to write-in fact I am just starting to get back into the swing of things. I missed blogging too much to give it up. I missed recording my day-to-day life with my husband and children. I don’t want to lose these memories. I love my life, I’m happy with who I am (mostly-I’d like a smaller ass, but other than that I’m pretty happy) and I really enjoy sharing that with the online community. I’ve met some awesome women, made friends all over the world (including my husband) that my life wouldn’t be the same without.
I’ve always been a blogging mommy and I don’t want that to change. I’ve gone through my old blogs and pulled out the things I don’t want to forget. The happy and silly parts, the memories that were important to me, and the occasional post that I just thought was a pretty good piece of writing. I’m leaving behind all the negativity and most of the drama and sadness.
I want to grow and become a better mom, a better wife, a greener, crunchier person, a better artist and a better writer. That’s my dream. To write for magazines, websites, and eventually my own books. I long to see my name splashed across the covers of books.
So I practice my craft here. I want this space to be inviting, I want you to laugh with me, enjoy the weirdness of my life and the kooky things we do and say.
I hope you stick around and keep me company.