Monday Musing – 24/01/2021.

This Hamsa hand is a beautiful decoration that adorns my home. It also is used as a protection amulet to ward off the evil eye, or in other words, bad vibes being sent my way. People can send bad vibes even without thinking, although there are some who will deliberately rain on your parade.

Vibes, energy, call it what you will. Everything is made of energy. We are made of energy. I can’t explain this from a scientific point of view, I’m not even going to pretend I know how to. But from a magickal point of view – and yes, I’m “one of them” who uses a k in the spelling of magick. I have been doing so since my late teens and I don’t really care what anyone else thinks of me for spelling it this way. But I digress: from a magickal point of view energy can be shaped – or bent at will – for any reason.

I’m not naïve enough to think that someone, somewhere, at some point hasn’t thought negatively about me. This is where my amulet comes in – along with my energy poured into it. It’s not going to stop people thinking bad thoughts about me or my family, but it does protect us from the effects as it reminds me to focus on protective energy whenever I look at it.

The Hamsa hand meaning has a long and important history that spans centuries and civilizations. It is adored in several major religions and is globally recognised as a symbol of protection and good fortune. It’s protective use is what I’m interested in.

I got my hasma hand as part of a set of protective items I was buying, but the hasma hand can be purchased from many metaphysical shops, Amazon, and so on. Buying an expensive one won’t work any better than one that’s cost a fiver. The power is in the symbolism and whatever energy you put into yourself.

It isn’t the only tool I use for protection, it’s part of my witchy arsenal. As with any item used for spiritual or witchy purposes, it’s the intent that comes from you that really seals the deal. When my kids were little I couldn’t have any witchcraft paraphernalia on display because they’d have had their hands all over it. I soon learnt that none of that stuff mattered, it was intent and visualisation that brought everything together.

That said, I can never resist a pretty and inexpensive item and these hands are usually decorated with gorgeous colours that are pleasing on the eye.

Word of the year.

I came across word of the year several years ago. Back then it was a very new and mysterious concept to me, so I paid someone to provide me with my word of the year.

The word that I was provided with didn’t really “do” much for me, I know I’d forgotten all about it by the summer.

When the winter rolled around again and people were talking about getting their word for the following year, I knew I didn’t want to pay someone – no matter how small an amount – to provide me with something I could do myself.

The very first attempt at doing this myself was me opening a dictionary at random and letting my eyes fall on the first word I saw. That word was free.

I remember spending months trying to figure out what I could possibly gain from that word, I was certain it wasn’t serving me any purpose. Even now I think I spent more time trying to figure it out than actually feeling into the energy.

The next winter I spent time quietly contemplating what word I would choose for the following year. This time I got learn. That was a word that helped me to understand where I was at on so many levels in my life. This marked the start of me successfully choosing my own word and being able to allow it to teach me throughout the year.

Just before Yule 2019 I realised I hadn’t chosen a word and then forgot all about it until the first few days of 2020 had started. I remember reading something about not making New Year’s resolutions – something I’d stopped doing many years earlier – and simply allowing yourself to love you.

I embraced this word and boy did it serve me well as the pandemic spread worldwide during the first months of 2020. I reminded myself regularly throughout the year that I was being kind and loving to myself and I believe that gave me the tools I needed to cope.

Funnily enough, I didn’t choose a word for 2021. There was a lot going on and I just never got round to it. For me, 2021 was a tougher year than 2020. It was an incredibly difficult year and really tested me on so many levels.

I decided around mid December that my word for 2022 was going to be healing. No meditation to choose it, no other weird or wonderful methods, I just decided.

Healing.

Physical. Emotional. Spiritual.

2022 is the year I will heal myself.

What I’ve found over the past few years is that choosing my own word gels better with my life. I feel more connected when I engage myself to choose. I know plenty of people swear by the service of paying someone to choose their word for them and that’s fine. Whatever works for them. I just felt it didn’t work for me and didn’t see the point in paying someone to do something I could do myself.

Each to their own.

A Daily Om about Worth.

Worth

Your worth is not a product of your intelligence, your talent, your looks, or how much you have accomplished.Though much of who and what we are changes as we journey through life, our inherent worth remains constant. While the term self-worth is often used interchangeably with self-esteem, the two qualities are inherently different. Self-esteem is the measure of how you feel about yourself at a given moment in time. Your worth, however, is not a product of your intelligence, your talent, your looks, your good works, or how much you have accomplished. Rather it is an immeasurable and unchanging manifestation of your eternal and infinite oneness with the universe. It represents the cornerstone of the dual foundations of optimism and self-belief. Your worth cannot be taken from you or damaged by life’s rigors, yet it can easily be forgotten or even actively ignored. By regularly acknowledging your self-worth, you can ensure that you never forget what an important, beloved, and special part of the universe you are. 

You are born worthy — your worth is intertwined with your very being. Your concept of your own self-worth is thus reinforced by your actions. Each time you endeavor to appreciate yourself, treat yourself kindly, define your personal boundaries, be proactive in seeing that your needs are met, and broaden your horizons, you express your recognition of your innate value. During those periods when you have lost sight of your worth, you will likely feel mired in depression, insecurity, and a lack of confidence. You’ll pursue a counterfeit worth based on judgment rather than the beauty that resides within. When you feel worthy, however, you will accept yourself without hesitation. It is your worth as an individual who is simultaneously interconnected with all living beings that allows you to be happy, confident, and motivated. Because your conception of your worth is not based on the fulfillment of expectations, you’ll see your mistakes and failures as just another part of life’s journey.  

Human beings are very much like drops of water in an endless ocean. Our worth comes from our role as distinct individuals as well as our role as an integral part of something larger than ourselves. Simply awakening to this concept can help you rediscover the copious and awe-inspiring worth within each and every one of us.

Monday Musing – 05/07/21.

I wrote a few weeks back about my 50th birthday, this post is kind of a continuation from that.

Due to being stuck at a certain phase of life due to trauma I have never really celebrated life phases, becoming a mother – so moving from my maiden stage of life to the mother stage, becoming a grandmother (I was 42) and when I reached the menopausal era that just happened. No celebrations for these life phases.

Of course the healing therapies that I took part in really shifted me from victim to survivor, and then to who I am now. And who I am now is a 50 year old woman, been married for 31 years, have 3 adult kids (30, 28, 24) and 1 granddaughter (8). As I turned 50 I realised I’d reached cronehood.

And reaching this period of my life I spent time reflecting. About life. About loss. About grief. Realising life is very definitely for living. Understanding that we are steering our own lives and directing our own fate. We may not have control over everything that happens to us, but how we react is all us.

Realising I am now in my crone years I began to understand a few things about myself. A big takeaway for me is that I have allowed other people to dictate my happiness when that is mine to decide. I have allowed so called friends to use me, to abuse my generosity and willingness to help. One friend in particular whom I’ve known for over 15 years treat me appallingly. No matter what other friends and my family said I stayed loyal. But one day, when my own personal life hit a tumultuous time she turned her back on me because I dared to be friends with someone she doesn’t like.

I’m a believer in giving people chances. I probably give some people more chances than they deserve. But what really got me riled was how this so called friend was all over social media, and in real life, preaching love, light, harmony and forgiveness. Yet my own act of love and forgiveness to this other person was seen as a betrayal. I was lied about and criticised, and then blocked everywhere.

It was deja vu for me because this isn’t the first time this so called friend has done this to me. If I do something she doesn’t like this is what she does. And yet I remained loyal. Much to the chagrin of my family and other friends.

So as I have reached cronehood I have shed my skin once more. I’ve decided that my life, my rules is a good motto to follow. Who I let in is my choice and won’t be dictated to by some hypocritical liar who gets to piss all over my life and tries to dictate who I should be friends with. And yes, she gets to choose this for her own life too. I respect and honour that. If she chooses to not have me in her life, then so be it. But lies and games are not needed.

Cronehood, for me, has been quite the adventure so far. Opportunities have presented themselves to me that I’ve never even considered an option before. That sense of mothering has now taken a back seat, yes it is still present, but it watches from afar. Ready to step back in if needed, ready to guide and help. Cronehood isn’t the death sentence I once imagined it would be, it is so much more than I ever imagined it would and could be.

The crone years have brought me to a place where I can offer up my own distinctive talents and use them to help others. There are plans in the pipeline, being finalised and fine tuned. On some levels they are already in use, but hitting the going public button is taking a little longer. Chronic illness has played a part in this. But realising that I get sick when I do too much, I stepped back and let life flow with ease and grace. Younger me would’ve been chomping at the bit, pushing my body to its limits, burning the candle at both ends. This new me stepped back and rested. And watched. And learnt some valuable lessons too.

To be a crone is often to be viewed as a wise woman, a healer, a witch who is older. I believe cronehood incorporates all of those things and much, much more. It certainly isn’t anything to be afraid of or ashamed of. It’s all about embracing who I am. Who I have become and who I will become. I’m very much present in my life, conscious of who I am and who I portray to the outside world. I’m in control of my own life, my own destiny.

Cronehood is a stage of life that many women are denied, so I plan to embrace it and live life to the fullest.

Monday Motivator – 07/06/21.

Movement is an excellent way to loosen up the tension in your body. You don’t have to have great moves either, just in case you’re worried about not being a natural dancer.

You don’t have to be fully able bodied either. I have a disability and I move what I can when I can. Granted, it’s not the same as a full on dance, but it’s what I can manage and that’s what’s important.

Whatever you manage to do is always the right way. Your body, your rules.

This is a great exercise to do at the start of the week, even the start of each day. It really helps to bring your stress levels down too, so why not give it a try and move into your Monday, and your week, with a happy smile.