Here’s my altar, slowly developing! Some flowers that I cut for Beltane and the newest addition, the spear for Lugh! That’s my favorite addition! I can’t wait until I can find and decorate a frame to hang with his image on the right
TW: Depression, Suicide, Self Harm
We spend every day, every moment fighting for our lives. Every day is a battle. Every day is a fight. Every day we have to find a reason, any reason, to continue to live. Every day we have a voice in our head that reminds us how worthless and hopeless we are. And every day we have to try to drown it out.
Depression, for me, is like looking for a match in a pitch black room. You find it, light it, and cherish that little speck of hope before it quickly burns out and you’re left in the darkness again. But every day, I search for that match, and luckily, I find it. I fear the day I don’t. I fear the day I give up hope and let the darkness consume me.
I’ve seen a few posts from people in Ireland claiming how frustrating it is that people in America want to reclaim the old Irish religion and culture, but are doing nothing to help preserve the current Irish culture that is slowly fading away.
What can we do to help? I’m genuinely curious because I really do want to help.
I feel like, for me, part of being a witch means hoarding craft supplies (both artsy craft and witchy craft) and never using them, not because I don’t know what to do with them, but because I have too many ideas. I’m just saving them for the best projects.
Why does Hollywood always show witches casting spells in Latin? Like, how many witches out there actually write and use long Latin phrases in their spell craft?
Anonymous said: What does a shortened lock of hair behind the left ear mean for being a devotee of Lugh? Signed, a rather confused Norse-leaning newbie.
In general, it doesn’t have any specific symbolism. It’s completely personal.
When I made my formal devotions last Mabon, I put two braids in my hair and promised to keep them in until Samhain as a symbol of that bond, and when that night arrived, I would either keep the locks or cut them off.
There was wine and meditation involved once Samhain arrived, but the gist of it is that Brighid’s braid stayed, because I’d been hers longer and she didn’t seem to need the additional proof. Since my devotion to Lugh was newer and I hadn’t proven myself just yet, that braid was cut off and is waiting to be bound up with a formal pledge this summer.
The lock is growing back, albeit slowly. It’s almost down to my shoulder, which looks a little funny since the rest of my hair is down to my hips.
That’s so funny, when I felt drawn toward Laugh the other day, I decided to braid a piece of my hair for Him, and figured I would leave it in as a way to honor him and remind myself of Him when I touch it. I hadn’t read that anywhere, it was just a feeling I had. And you did it too! I wonder why Lugh likes braids…
I just really like her voice and the simplicity of this song