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a journey of self discovery. You just never know what we might see. Is that a fairy ring under that rowan tree? Look! - a hedgewitch, I wonder what she is brewing in her cauldron today. Oh, and look at that poor menopausal soul, she needs our love & understanding. We may take a stop at the creativity school or a wander through the garden. And maybe, we will take the time machine back to the past! But wherever we go, we will always take time to stop for tea.

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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Sunday, August 27, 2006

sunday scribblings

so I write about my childhood monsters. I had many.
the one that I still think of often is 'the hand under the bed'
*many times, as I was drifting of to sleep I would see a hand coming out from under my bed - just a hand, no other part of the body.
But in this hand was always a gift, just sitting there.
all wrapped up and tied with a bow.
I would look at it and wonder what was in the gift but was never game enough to take it. I would look and pull the blankets up over my head, I would lie there looking, trying to be brave enough to take that gift, but, I was scared that whatever this hand belonged to, would grab me if I took the gift.
Now, I wonder what would have happened if I had taken it.
Would my life have been different?
was it a gift from a spirit or an angel or a faery?
I wonder.
guess I will never know


Blogger berriehead said...

oooh a monster under the bed! I had a monkey at my window????? what the heck was that all about?????????? YES a monkey;o) never did meet that monkey face to face(covers tightly around my head but I suspect he wanted to climb on my back and take a bite out of my head:( your hand sounds too tempting wonder what was in the box? I also had the I GOT A NEW PAIR OF SHOES dream..and they were always on the floor by my bed in my dreams I would look at them and be happy when I woke up they were gone:( must have been because mom was always to broke to buy me the pair I really wanted!I love dreams! even the bad or off ones..and being chased was the best! whew I've babbled haven't I? off to a pahty yeah I decided to go and at least get full and drunk! xo

9:30 am  
Blogger Autrice DelDrago said...

I would forever wonder what was in the pretty box!

11:16 am  
Blogger Janet said...

Mine was a lion on the foot of my bed! Don't know why but that's the "monster" of my childhood.

11:48 am  
Blogger paris parfait said...

What strange recurring dreams - and yes, the gift is a mystery. But the hand would have spooked me too. As a child, I checked under my bed for a tiger and had nightmares about giant snakes wearing aprons and cooking kidnapping my mother! :)

10:25 pm  
Blogger DJPare said...

I don't know...I think I would also be skeptical of a gift that comes so easy...

12:50 am  
Blogger Chelle Y. said...

I still never hang any part of my body over the bed for fear a "hand" would grab it, gift or no gift! :)

2:55 am  
Blogger Tea & Margaritas in My Garden said...

Scary but enticing at the same time. How strange. I wonder........
I think things haooen for a reason, so maybe it`s best that you didn`t reach for it.

I remember waking up one night and touching a strange hand. I was alone so there wasn`t supposed to be another hand anywhere in the room. It was dark and it scared the crap out of me. Then I realized it was my own hand, gone completly numb.
The only real thing that happened was as a teenager I was just about to fall asleep and suddenly my whole body was pinned to the bed. I couldn`t move. It was terrifying. It only lasted a few seconds luckily. I peeled myself up and ran out of the room into the bathroom. My face was white.
A friend from Newfoundland told me years later that there they call that being visited by the hag. It`s apparently quite a common occurrance.


11:27 am  
Blogger Tea & Margaritas in My Garden said...

haooen??? Well I guess that`s what happens to a two finger typer who doesn`t check spelling before sending.


11:29 am  

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