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I am told to write to my Muse.
I wake up magic. Still smoke in my hair. First thought must get back to tent. It was 31 degrees out and windchills so it felt 20 on the night we first put in the stove, seasoned a week outdoors. Cast iron thick, and on an earthen tile floor. This is when Brigid gets in.…
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Lunar Samhain
is tomorrow & I had wanted to get a picture of the yellow and brown corn against the blue October sky, because they are only colors that arrive a brief bit and only at this time of year and are full of contrast from the seasonal light. Depths that make my heart naturally cry. Small…
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Kitchn Witchn: Gram’s pot pie
Tonight I am going to write about practical kitchen magic. The lammas tide wraps behind us now and the starlitness of it twinkling the dark moon air. It is cousin Chelsea’s birthday on my mom’s side, daughter of my mom’s baby sister, and also Erika’s. This is the first year ever in all the years…
Kel 