Samhain 2016

Hello Friends. It has been a long time. This post is not going to be very witchy or pagany and I am sorry, in advance.

My last post was last year in April. I cant believe how long ago that seems and how much has happened in that time. The end of 2015 and much of 2016 has been one of the most trying times I’ve faced in my young life. Ive achieved my dream, worked my ass off, lost love, fallen apart and rebuilt myself. In fact, I am still in the process of rebuilding myself.

Through the last year, I have lost a lot of my spirituality. Clinical year of vet school is insanely busy, add other life stresses, and you lose a lot of yourself in just trying to survive and get by. But I made it. I graduated, and even started my first job. Im back in Ohio and have been working since February. I dont know if this job is where I will be long-term, but it is an amazing first job opportunity. But first jobs come with their own stresses. The learning curve is very steep and you have to re-wire yourself for medicine in the real world. So that has been a whole other distraction.

On the positive side, I am close to my family. I get to see them regularly and be a part of family functions again. I have adopted a rescue pup who has become a big project. He was an abuse case that was ditched at my clinic for biting the owner. Since then he’s only shown no evidence of aggression, and is proving to be a loving little turd. He has been a big part of my healing journey, as I have worked hard to heal him. img_1185

What nobody tells you about achieving your dream is what happens next. I have literally worked my entire life to achieve this career and I finally made it. I am a veterinarian. However, being a goal oriented person, I always had the goal to work for. Always had that dream that outshone everything. Now that I am here, I admit to feeling quite lost. It sounds counter-intuitive, no? But I find myself struggling with “what’s next?” Where do I go from here? Ive spent years being a gypsy. I moved around almost yearly for the past 8 years of my life. Now that I am in a job, and staring down the barrel of staying in one place for years, without some large goal ahead of me, I am terrified. I find myself having regular existential crises about what I want and what I need in life. This was all exacerbated by a dramatic break up, but I think that was just icing on the cake of a larger problem.

So, in dealing with this, I have worked hard the last several months. I have made myself extremely busy. Working, training the dog, spending time with family, dating, becoming an ordained minister, yoga, the gym. Now I find myself incredibly busy and distracted, but I think it is all putting off dealing with the larger problem. In taking time to slow down, I realized just how much my spirituality had fallen to the wayside. I hadn’t meditated in months, my spirits were silent, my gods were silent, my mental discipline was almost completely gone. Things that came so easily before this last year took a lot of effort and time.

Enter Samhain. This year was all about reconnecting, I had been feeling the call more and more and it became clear that I could no longer put it off. I devoted the entire day to the experience. Began with fasting, nothing but tea and water all day. Then after work was devoted to nothing but spiritual work. I did a lot of reading and meditation. Had a craft that I planned throughout the day and completed. In going through my supplies, I discovered a piece that I had been missing since I moved off of the island. And the spot in which I found it, was not where It should have been. I took this as a message that I might just be on the right course again. For the first time since I was on St Kitts, I donned my bone choker and cast my circle.

While it may not have been the momentous spiritual experience we all envision, I got some clear messages and a good nudge in the right direction. I also feel a lot more level and aligned with myself than I have in a very long time. It felt like coming home, when I have not felt at home in a very very long time.

For now, I do not know where I am going. I do not know what I want, anymore. A younger, more naive self thought he did about a year ago. However, If I have learned anything, it is that you cant rely on that. My spirits taught me to be adaptable, and that’s been a harsh lesson the last year. So here I am, muddling through as always. Hopefully, I will be here more often as I grow back into my spirituality. I have ideas for many posts that I have had for a while. I look forward to the journey ahead, while remaining thoroughly daunted by it.



Mitakuye oyasin, dear friends. More to come soon.


It’s springtime here in northern Indiana. Yes, that’s right I said Indiana. It’s been a year and a half since I last posted here and its been a wild whirlwind of a year. In that time, I have traveled to South Africa to learn some wildlife medicine,  completed my didactic education in the Caribbean, moved to Indiana, started my clinical year of veterinary school at Purdue University, obtained an externship at a zoo in Tacoma, and taken my veterinary board exam. Deep breath.  I think that sums up the major points of my life the past seventeen months. I am sorry that I let this blog fall to the wayside, but I guess you will understand given what has occurred. (Not that you have a choice, my friends.)
Now this is a spiritual blog, and you don’t want to hear about my more mundane exploits, so on to the fun stuff. In the last year, spirituality has fallen to the wayside a bit as well. I kept an altar, I performed somewhat regular smudging rituals, I tended my small patch of herbs on my porch. I read a lot. I follow a lot of blogs and I kept up reading those. I became quite the “armchair pagan,” as vet school took as much free time and energy as I had to give. I’m not ashamed of that. Practice in the Caribbean is not easy. There is no nice, safe outdoor place to practice and having a roommate limits what can be done in the apartment. Not to mention a floor yoga and massive centipede incident. My meditation skills remained pretty sharp and that was the core of my practice there.
Now that’s all behind me. It’s spring and I’m back in America for good. I found a great new age shop down town that I will hopefully be frequenting called Castle-Brooks Spiritual Supply. It feels so good to watch the change of seasons again. I cannot express how much I have missed that. There aren’t any defined seasons in the Caribbean, so this is a wonderful change. my apartment complex has a small forest in the middle so I have watched the buds form on the trees and the new plants sprout from the leaf litter. Its absolutely wonderful.  As the season shifts, I can feel a shift in myself too. Its like a call back to those mysteries and practices that I had just scratched the surface of the end of my undergraduate education and the beginning of vet school. I find my feet firmly planted back at the mouth of that labyrinth, and I could not be more thrilled. I have been having some vivid dreams that I can just barely remember. My sketchbook has been calling my name like never before. I have had a couple constant visitors in my time back in the states and I would like to explore that relationship should it prove to be one.

imagesTurkey Vulture has been outside my window and over my apartment every day for the past several weeks. They just recently returned to the area from their winter migration and I think they have a roost nearby. I see them every day near my apartment wheeling and playing overhead. They always catch my eye when I am out running the neighborhood. Not sure yet what his significance is, but I have a good idea.

redtailRed-Tailed Hawk has also been a frequent visitor. I saw several when I was home with my family in Ohio, which I always thought to be a pretty rare sighting. Now I have found one who roosts near school who often shows fishing on the pond or swooping overhead when I hike from building to building. He is also a strong messenger, like the vulture. With time I will learn what I can from him.

I am not sure where this new path will lead, but I am extremely excited. The birds and the dreams all seem to be telling me to fly, and I plan on doing just that. I am still in school, so my free time is severely limited. But, having just taken my board exam, and having much less studying to do, I will be able to devote more of my free time to my spiritual path than I have for a long time. That makes me immensely happy. So I sit here tonight, listening to the night sounds out my window and burning some lovely, handmade Spirit Incense, and wonder where the labyrinth will turn next. I will do my best to keep you all posted. I have several posts in the making planned already and Ill leave a list of those below.

Posts to Come

– Working out and how that ties in to spirituality

– Organic/gmo rant

– Exploring Indiana

– My experiences in South Africa

– More artwork as I happen to make it

Thats all I have for you this evening, friends. I am sorry for the long wait and I promise that it will not be that long again.

Mitakuye oyasin

P.S. None of the pictures are mine. I stole them from wikipedia and

Twelve Moons

I have spent nearly fifteen moons on this island. Fifteen moons away from my family, my old friends and from the land that I love. Let me tell you, I have grown more these past 15 months than I did in twenty two years before that. I am a radically different person than the one who came to this island. And I can guarantee you this, there is no going back. This is going to be a bit of a long post and probably not very interesting, just a warning in advance.

Almost twelve moons ago, November 2012, I went out under the full moon and asked for healing. I was not in a happy place. I was depressed, I was feeling lonely, I was homesick, I felt that what I was doing in school didn’t matter. Spiritually, I felt lost without the land and places I know so well back in Ohio. I’ve fought with depression before, but I just couldn’t seem to kick that cloud. I hadn’t felt so miserable since freshman year of undergrad when I turned to some destructive behaviors. So, that full moon I asked for help. You can read details in the blog post from that experience.

Now, a year later, I find myself looking back at what I have accomplished and what got me to where I am. I am not bragging, but I find myself damn proud of the man I have become through this adventure. This update is mostly to chronicle how far I have become, so that this time next year and I look back and see how far I took it.

I have completed three semesters of veterinary school. My grades are not amazing, but I’ve passed and learned important information for when I am a veterinarian. I’m amazed how much material the human brain can retain. Every semester has had a minimum of nineteen credit hours usually closer to twenty two. Sometimes, the strength that my spirits have taught me is all that keeps my head held high when I want to throw in the towel. I have learned that I am not a creature who can settle for the path of least resistance. I spent a lot of my younger life taking the easy way out and it was not a happy path. So here I am now, chasing my biggest dream and excelling at it. That’s something worth celebrating if you ask me.

I have made a small group of friends as close as family. Who knows where I would be if I hadn’t find these people. They are my study buddies, my wingmen, and I love them like brothers and sisters. I have learned to be more open and welcome to friendships and just meeting more people. These friends are part of the reason I’m still sane during the torture of veterinary school. One friend, in particular has been a godsend. I asked for help and healing last November, and she came into my life and showed me how wrong I was about myself. There are not words for the gratitude I bear for that woman and what she had done for me. For the longest time I have not put myself out there emotionally for relationships and the like. I was convinced to try and, while that ended up being a fail, I am better for it. I ignored past scars to try again and I will continue trying (although, at this point in school, I do not think I have time for a proper girlfriend). I have learned that it is the easy way out to be “broken” and hide away. Keeping your heart open to people is a much harder road, but so much more fulfilling.

The gym has become a major outlet for me. I was never an athletic kid and did not really enjoy sports. I have lost over thirty pounds while living on the island.  I found some spiritual solace there, but that is another post that I have been working on and will hopefully post in the near future. Physically, mentally. and spiritually I feel so much better while on a regular workout schedule. I actually ran my first ever “race” several weeks ago up Brimstone Hill to the old, revolutionary fortress on the island. It was only a mile and a half run, but doing that with my friends felt like a huge accomplishment. I have also joined a beach volleyball team and our weekly games have become something that I look forward to all week. This is the first time I have ever played a sport on a team and loved every minute of it. I am not very good, but I have tried my hardest and made huge strides thanks to my friends. I also took up some yoga with my work out buddies, I am really enjoying that even though I’m not very flexible. I have been pushing myself very hard in the gym and I feel much better for it. It has given me further confidence and taught me stronger will power, which definitely bleeds over into my magical life.

It has not been entirely positive. My daily meditation practice has kind of fallen to the wayside. I am trying hard to get that back on track, but having a test every week sometimes gets to me and I get neurotic about studying. I have also missed the past two months’ smudging ceremonies. This is really bad because I feel that was something that really helped me. I will get that back on track this  month. These past couple weeks have been especially rough. I felt like I was slipping back into where I started due to a series of events and a whole lot of drama on this little island. But I took a little bit of me time for meditation and introspection and found myself right back on the path I was meant for. I am pulled to nature again and I am actively seeking a deeper connection with this land I live in. I have never had as deep a connection here as I had back in Ohio, but I refuse to let that stop me. Each time I have been kicked down, it just strengthened my resolve to bounce back and fight even harder.

Now that i am approaching the year mark for this healing work, I am looking ahead to what I can do to continue on the positive path I am on. I am wanting to continue improving myself. I always have to think about the fact that as I progress through school, I will have less and less time to myself. I have just over a year left on the island and then a whole year of clinical rounds back in the states before I earn my DVM. I plan to continue my smudging ceremonies (provided I can harvest more sage, She has not been doing very well). I will be more active about seeking out time in nature which is desperately needed in my life. I will continue to fight my introspective and shy nature and try to be a more social creature. Exercise will continue to be an important part of my life. I just enjoy that feeling far too much to quit. The gym truly is an addiction. I also would like to reconnect with Mother Ocean and The Horned God who I have not had much contact with recently. I’m learning to trust my intuition and I want to continue working on that. I am going home this Christmas for the first time since I got to this island. I am very excited for that.

So, that is where I am at. Also, hopefully, where I am going. It’s been quite an adventure thus far. I can’t wait to see what the coming year brings. I would like to thank my spirits, my friends, my family and my readers for being with me along this path. Hopefully I can get some more magic in my life and give you more to read moving forward.

Mitakuye Oyasin

Mount Liamuiga

1185510_10151854289507790_1387038499_nFirst off, I owe an apology to those who read my blog. I am very sorry that I have not written in quite some time. I have several posts in the works but the words just have not flowed well. I think writing about my adventure here is a good, easy start off to get my jump started back into blogging. Hopefully after this I can get the other posts done that I have been working on.

On Friday, I finally got to complete one of the big things on my bucket list for the island. I finally hiked the volcano here on St. Kitts. What an experience that was. I have been on the island for a year straight now and sometimes it’s difficult to find time for nature here in vet school. Often times it is just my time on the beach or my walks in the toxic plant garden on campus. There are several hiking trails on the island and I have yet to explore any of them. There is also the fact that life here sometimes feels like a constant battle with the island. We are always dealing with massive, poisonous centipedes, thousands of ants bent on eating your food, and humidity that would crush all productivity. It is hard, sometimes to enjoy the nature when it is downright oppressive, but I try my best and work hard to find beauty in every moment. So when my friends said they wanted to do this, I leapt. The six of us got up bright and early in a failed attempt to avoid the heat of the day.
It was possibly the most challenging hike that I have ever been on. The volcano itself is just under 4,000 feet at the summit, but the trail switchbacks the whole way up. It took us the better part of four hours to get to the top. I was determined that this long hike would be a spiritual experience. I packed an offering to the spirits of the land and meditated on the path before we set off.

A tree that happened to catch my eye.

A tree that happened to catch my eye.

The dog made a troupe of monkeys rather unhappy. They shouted at us and threw things as we passed by.

The dog made a troupe of monkeys rather unhappy. They shouted at us and threw things as we passed by.

This is the first time I have ever been in a rainforest. The plants and animals were almost entirely foreign to me. I only recognized the green vervet monkeys that we disturbed at one point. I found myself in awe as the plant life and bird calls changed with the rising altitude.  It was not very hot on the mountain, but under the rainforest canopy, the humidity was extremely high. We had all sweat through every piece of clothing we wore within less than an hour of hiking the trail. It was a trance-inducing experience. Between the physical exertion, the constant sweating and the forest close in all around us, I was quickly in another state of mind. The volcano became more of a challenge as we hiked on. Some of our group just plowed on up the mountain, while some lagged behind, needing breaks. I played the middle man to keep the two groups together and it gave me a lot of time to just quietly observe the jungle around me and listen to the sounds of nature over the sound of my pounding heart.  There was a tree that caught my eye because the area where old branches had broken off looked like evil little, laughing faces, taunting us as we struggled up the mountain. I called them the jumbie trees, after the local spirits. They seemed to be daring us to go on. I also found a natural doorway  to the otherworld in a tree alongside the path. I made friends with that doorway while waiting for stragglers.

Jumbie Tree

Jumbie Tree

Tree Doorway

Tree Doorway

After almost four hours of hiking and scaling boulders, we finally made the summit. Most of it was under heavy forest, but there was one area where you could get on top of a large cliff and look out over the crater and out on to the Caribbean Sea. The crater was amazing. I am normally terrified of heights, but for some reason, my inner mountain goat took over. I climbed out onto that perch you see in the first picture and some time there, just listening to the wind and drinking in the beauty of the island.  The photo is deceiving, because that rock is actually pretty high up and out over the forest. You can sit there and look right over the crater and the sulfur lake inside or turn left and see Saba and the Caribbean Sea. It was a breathtaking seat.


The cliff face and Caribbean Sea from my perch

I meditated for a bit on the summit, then brought out what I had to offer. A shot of rum and my some of my white sage and tobacco. I got a big feeling of joy and relaxation after that. I had finally been to the highest point on the island and seen the crater. It felt like a big achievement, for some reason. I did not really question why, just basked in the feeling. The volcano itself is sleeping. It has lain dormant for over a thousand years since its last eruption. It is still active, and we get occasional tremors on the island. The rainforest on its summit is very much alive though. It was a great treat to have been there. I really hope that I can do it again before I graduate. Maybe spend more time at the top. There are also many other hiking trails to be explored.

Blue snail

Blue snail

Caribbean fiddlehead

Caribbean fiddlehead



This was an amazing experience. I loved seeing all kinds of new plants. I am determined now to learn the names of as many of them as possible in my time here (as if I don’t already have enough to learn in vet school as it is).

So what is your next adventure? What is your mountain to climb? I say, go for it. You may be surprised by what you find.

White Sage

When I moved into my apartment, I told myself that I wanted a little garden. I thought it would be good for some stress relief, and I could grow myself some herbs and a couple vegetables to save money. Well, that didn’t really go to plan. I have a garden, but basil and, an old friend, Rosemary are the only culinary plants that I have been growing (and lets be honest, basil and Rosemary are some witchy plants in their own right). I decided to purchase some witchy plants as well, so I ordered three seed packets from Harold Roth over at Alchemy Works. I wanted plants that I had never worked with before and would survive in the tropical climate here. I ended up with mugwort, wild tobacco and white sage. I am still working on growing some more plants, but for now, this is my garden and it is doing well.

The sage especially loves the climate here and has been flourishing. I actually ended up with too many plants in the pot because it decided to sprout like crazy off of itself. So about two weeks ago I cut one of the plants out to thin the pot. I made two very small bundles for smudging. It was entirely an experiment because I didn’t know if a bundle would dry or not in this humidity and no house here is built with good ventilation of any kind. But I tried anyway. I ended up with two tiny, but beautiful little smudge bundles. They dried perfectly and I decided that this full moon was the perfect time for a test drive.


Now, I have bought the smudge bundles from the new age stores.  To be honest, I have always been let down by them. I am not sure what it was, but I was just never impressed by the store-bought smudge. Back home, I would forgo sage for home-made rosemary or hemlock smudge. I could also never use it indoors because it set off my asthma. Now, you are probably wondering why I even bothered purchasing the white sage if this is how I feel. To be honest, I am not sure why I bought it either. I just felt that I should give white sage another chance, and I am so glad that I did.

This past full moon, I went out on my balcony about midnight and performed a smudge ceremony with one of the tiny bundles that I made. It was, hands down, the most powerful experience I had ever had with white sage ever. She sung to me and cleansed me in a way that I had never felt from this plant before. I have a new respect for her after that night.

After that experience, I had to make more. I burnt through almost an entire bundle that one night, so these small ones will not last long. So the other day, I had a bit of down time to do some much-needed crafting. How I have missed crafting and making things with my hands. I pulled out my knife and cut a whole lot more sage. The pot was a bit choked, so I took quite a bit to make room for the stronger individuals in the pot. I made a small sacred space on the kitchen counter to work in. I burned what was left of the tiny bundle I had started the other night.


The raw sage on my mini-crafting altar.

The raw sage on my mini-crafting altar.

I cleaned each leaf and stripped them from the stems. I decided that I like the small bundles. They dry better and faster and I have no need for massive bundles that you typically see. I also cut a small strip of my rosemary to use as a core for one of the bundles. I love using rosemary for smudge, so I thought that this union, while experimental, would be a good thing. I find that I always need about seventeen hands when I wrap smudge and this was no exception. I still need to perfect my technique, but I figure that comes with practice and time. I am still happy with the three bundles that now hang, drying in my room.

The products. The right three are the new ones and the left two are the ones I first made.

The products. The right three are the new ones and the left two are the ones I first made.

Being able to get back to a little bit of crafting and plant work makes me happy. I have had so little time crafting since being down here and that kills me sometimes. I also love being able to smudge again. That was something that I absolutely loved doing when I was home and have not had while being down here. As my plants continue to grow, I will definitely be crafting more.

Hopefully there will be more blog posts coming here in the next few days to weeks. I have several ideas, but the words just have not been flowing well. My creative side was severely suffocated during this past semester. I hope to find a good balance going into this next semester, but I am just taking it one day at a time.

Mitakuye oyasin


Sorry guys, I have been an awful blogger these past few months. It’s been so extremely busy. This semester is trying its hardest to kick my ass and I am not giving an inch. Boar and Stag have taught me how to be a warrior, and I am using that to fight my way through some difficult classes. This means I have very little downtime and what time I do have is rarely devoted to writing blogs or even thinking about what the hell to write. And on top of school I’ve had some unwanted matters of the heart to deal with, but that’s neither here nor there. On free moments I try to continue the spiritual work that I want to do. I still meditate daily and I have started hiking down to the campus beach at least once a week to escape people and do some deep meditation surrounded by nature and Grandmother Ocean. These little things have helped keep me sane. I have also observed the full moons and played with my animal oracle a time or two. But that is all the paganness I have had time for.
This week is a bit of a deep breath before the plunge of a three week marathon of tests and quizzes from hell. In honor of that and some recent events in life, I’ve decided to talk about releasing. Specifically, a ceremony that I learned to release energies, emotions, people or pretty much anything you want from your life. Anything that holds you back from your goals and dreams. I learned this technique last semester while casting some unnecessary anger out of my life. I was inspired to do it while sitting on the beach in meditation. Since, it has become a frequent practice of mine to help deal with anger, It truly helps, and therefore I wanted to share this simple and effective little ceremony.
I began on the beach sitting comfortable on the ground in meditation. I spent quite some time just grounding and centering in order to address the issue in a calm manner. Once I felt sufficiently grounded, I bring the emotions to the surface. I focus on the negativity that tends to build up. Focus on the frustration of whatever does not seem to be going right. I tear open the wounds that hold me back. Sometimes it induces shaking or tears or other natural responses to frustrating things in life. It may be unpleasant to revisit these things, but it is necessary to see them in order to get rid if them.
When I feel ready, I walk along the beach until I find a rock or pebble that catches my eye. I sit down with this item and pour everything into it. All those negative thoughts and feelings. All that frustration. Force it all into that stone. I hold the stone to my heart or head, whatever is appropriate for what I am getting rid of. Blowing the negativity into the stone is highly effective. I will spend up to 15 minutes filling the stone with what holds me back. Then, when I have nothing more to put into the stone, I hurl it as hard and as far as I can into the ocean. The main point is achieving a clean break from the negativity you have rid from yourself. Almost immediately, I feel lighter and happier. I can feel less weight pulling on my shoulders. I am exhausted, but refreshed.
The main part being done, I usually sit back down and meditate a little bit longer. I thank Grandmother Ocean for her help. Usually I will leave her an offering of some flowers that I picked on my hike or some food that I have on me. Then I just enjoy a few moments in nature before returning to my studies.

campus beach
This has been highly effective for me. I have been calmer and more level headed. I also think this is highly versatile. I have used it for emotions, for a specific person who was holding me back, and even for matters of the heart. It also helps to perform this in an area with which you are familiar. A body of water or area of nature that you have built a relationship with will be more effective than a random one. It does not take a lot of time. You could spend as little has a half hour on it or you could spend several hours on it. So go out and try it. Think of what has been holding you back. Think if what is unhealthy in your life that you could do better without. You could even do this more than once if one time was not as effective as you had hoped. You could use the associations of the moon and stars to increase effectiveness if you are astrologically inclined. I have usually done it as needed, regardless of moon phase and it has still been effective for me.

I hope that you find this helpful. I challenge you to go and try it, even once, and you will be better off for it.

2012 in review

2012 has been a hell of a year both spiritually and in mundane matters.  I am taking this day to look back at the year to think about what I have done and where I am now.

Mundanely, I have been quite busy. I got accepted to veterinary school, graduated from undergrad, worked as a camp counselor and a veterinary technician, traveled to the Caribbean and started vet school. I have moved into an apartment which will be my dwelling for the next two years of my life, I have read many books and learned so much.  Sitting down and thinking about all that has happened this year makes my head spin. I definitely feel like I have grown quite a lot.

Living in a developing country has absolutely made me a stronger and more thoughtful person. I am aware of just how spoiled we are in the United States. It is an eye opening experience to say the least. I consider myself very lucky to be experiencing this and the next two years will only hold more adventures.

The mundane stuff is all well and good, but I know we are all more interested in the witchy side of things. Spiritually, I have developed more in the past two years than I have ever done so. I realize that I am still very young and still have a long way to go, but I have grown by leaps and bounds. I feel different than I did. The shamanic path that I have been directed towards is the closest I have yet felt to something that makes my heart sing. I have grown deep roots and become a stronger and better person for the spiritual work that I have done. I am more grounded and in tune with myself and the land than I have ever been, and that is wonderful to me.  I still have a pull towards druidry and the craft, but those have been overshadowed by and assimilated into the other practice.  I still refuse to put labels to any of it as I am still learning and figuring out my niche and really have no need to slap a title on it for anyone.  I have learned that most of what I can do is tied deeply to the land and my connection therein. Daily meditations and grounding have become cornerstones of my practice. I have been told to not take everything too seriously and learn to laugh and have fun with my spirituality, and that was possibly the most important thing that I have learned recently.

So that is 2012 in review. Now, less than an hour before the ball drops here in the Caribbean, I am sending out my last post of 2012. It has been a great year. I hope that you all have an excellent and safe New Years celebration and that 2013 is a great year for all of you.

Blessings and best wishes!


Below I shared that fun little years review that WordPress sends us. I found it amusing and worth sharing since my little blog has gotten more traffic than I ever thought possible.  Thank you to all my followers and commenters. Keep the comments rolling in. I do love a good discussion.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,600 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 9 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Mid -Finals Update

Okay, folks. I have one final left and then I am home free until January. I have worked my butt off and I am exhausted like you would not believe. Tomorrow is my last final and then I shall be spending the rest of the day drinking rum on a beach. I cannot wait.  I am rather excited for this break. I am moving into my new apartment on Friday and will have it to myself for 3 weeks. A lot of witchery will be going down folks, look forward to hearing from me. I shall be blessing the new place and making friends with the spirits there.  I shall be doing some more exploration on the shamanic front and starting a garden on my porch. I am quite excited. On the more mundane side of things, I am an emergency technician at the Veterinary Teaching Hospital here and I am dog-sitting a friends pup. So I will not have much to take up my time other than the fun things.  This will be my first holiday away from home, so it is quite an adventure. It is a bit sad, but I am not alone and I am curious to see what happens for the holidays this year.DSCN2125

‘Neath a Caribbean Moon

The full moon is upon us and I have spent far too much time the past few days wondering what I should do for this turn. Finals are rushing towards me faster than ever and I should be spending more time with my nose in my anatomy books and less time wondering about full moon celebrations. I digress; I think that this moon shall be an important one. I have decided to begin a regimen of healing work on myself. I have encountered several spiritual blockages that I think are due to some issues that need worked out.

She was shy this evening

A lunar eclipse occurred yesterday. Lunar eclipses are excellent for times of meditation and releasing the old and the negative. This is an excellent time for one to cut the ties to what hold them back and do not benefit them. This is also the dark time of the year (figuratively speaking as there really have been no seasons in the Caribbean as of yet). For me, this period is a good time for introspection and self-work. So this full moon seemed perfect for me to do the healing work that I need.

I started the night before. I took a journey asking for assistance. It was an excellent start to the full moon celebration and really set things into motion. I woke up this morning feeling that there was change on the horizon and that there were profound things to come this evening.

After a day of classes and mundane responsibility I took a stroll down to the beach as the sun was setting. I made a wooden wind chime for the playful spirits at the beach. I decided it was a quick project that I could leave up and add to as I go along. Currently it is a few dead-fall branches and a feather, but it shall grow with time. I also left an offering of a locally made rosemary roll which I purchased today from The Bread Chick.  I then did a bit of meditation work as well as an exercise which involved me blowing and pushing the negative attributes to be gotten rid of into a stone and then hurling it into the ocean. I thanked the spirits of the place and Grandmothers Earth and Ocean for their help in my healing process. As it began to get dark, I watched the moon rise for a little bit then I returned to my room for some meditation and more journeying.

Finally got her out of the clouds, barely. It was a truly beautiful evening here. It was difficult to drag myself back inside to bed

As I sat before my altar meditating on my intent, I suddenly felt very dirty. More dirty that I usually feel after a full day in the Caribbean heat and humidity. So I bolted upstairs and into the shower. As the cleansing water washed over me, I started to laugh. I got completely giddy and felt a huge rush of energy. I could not stop smiling and I had no idea why. I stood there in the water for a while just enjoying the feeling before drying off. At this point I took a break from the witchery in order to get some dinner and obligatory studying in before returning to the fun stuff.

I returned to the fun stuff later in the evening. I did some further meditation and another journey and then I felt the call of my (oft forgotten) oracle cards. I handled them a while to warm them up and then did a quick reading about the healing work and they definitely still speak strongly to me. I have decided that I need to work with them more (just have not decided how). I did two readings before retiring them and both were quite exciting and spoke to the success of my healing work and the possible outcomes if I stick to my current workings. With a strong shiver down my spine, I retired the cards for the evening and meditated on the readings a while. I then went and bathed in what little moonlight I could find. It was a cloudy night here in the Caribbean and She only deemed it necessary to tease with glimpses here and there between the clouds. Then, exhausted, I put away my affects, thanked the spirits and prepared for a good night’s sleep. After all, this pagan is also a vet student and has a full day of classes the next morning!

While bathing in moonlight I got the feeling that I was being watched… Probably the fifteenth cat to cross my path that evening

Visit From an Old Friend

So I have been in the Caribbean for two and a half months now. It has been a whirlwind to be very honest. Vet School is quite the challenge and I am loving every minute of the course work. The only problem being down here is being stuck on a rock with the same 170ish people for such a long time is that you start to go crazy. Vet students are a special breed. We are almost all alpha type personalities and we are all relatively intelligent so there is a lot of butting heads and silly posturing to prove who is the smartest and who has the most and best clinical experience. I find myself getting pretty rageful with some of the classmates at times.  That being said, I think that starting my daily meditations have been crucial to my mental sanity. I have always been terrible at keeping up with daily practices and that sort of thing. I would get into the swing of something and then I would forget one day and never do it again. Now I have locked myself into daily mediation in the mornings. I started off with a prayer ceremony which was great and then that prayer seemed to get old. I did it one day and I didn’t feel anything, so I stopped. I started again with another prayer and that has run pretty well so far.  I do not know if anyone else has had this experience where your daily practice just stopped having an effect on you. To you who have had this experience, what do you think is best? Do you just force it and keep working at it until it does make you feel something again or do you do what I have done and move on to something new? Even if you have not had this experience, what do you recommend? I would like to know other people’s opinions on this.

I have been keeping up with the morning meditation though and that is something that has helped me immensely. Daily meditation is a great help to me and I think it has benefitted me by keeping me from homicide and by keeping my spirituality in my life daily. I have also found a new beach that is more secluded and has some great places for meditation. I spent both the full moon and Samhain out on the very beach.  I have definitely found my favorite place on this island. I go down there many times a week and do extra meditation there. On the full moon, I took my friend with me because I had never been there at night and I didn’t want to be there alone since I still do not know the island well. She is not pagan, but she respects what I do and agreed to keep an eye on me while I did my thing. I just introduced myself to the spirits there and left some offering then meditated for a while. I got good vibes the whole time and greatly enjoyed that night. The friend told me that she enjoyed watching the bat swoop around me the entire time I sat on the ground meditating. She did not grasp the significance, but I rather enjoyed it. That was my message that I was welcome here and that my offering was accepted. I went the next night for Samhain and that may be a different post, but when I went, I did find a hermit crab the size of a softball picking at my offering. Further validation says I.

My daily meditation has also been very spiritually fulfilling.  The meditation has become much easier to fall into a meditative state and I love that. I do that before exams when my fellow students are freaking out and I am getting stressed just standing near them. I will sit down and get away until it is time to go into the testing center.  I have had very little time for the journeying that I got so into doing while I was at Findlay, but I do get a time now and again.  I took some time last night before I went to bed I donned my bone choker and slipped away. I returned to my old growth forest where Stag was waiting for me. I apologized for being away so long. He surprised me by saying it’s okay. He said that I am following my dream and that is very important spiritually for me.  I smiled and then we went for a run like we did so many times before. Stag always has lessons for me when I meet him and this was no exception. I told him that I would try my best to come to him more often before returning to my skin and getting to bed for some much earned rest.   I have not communicated with Stag in a while and I much missed his guidance in my life.

I know that this semester is easy compared to what is to come and that I will not have as much time next semester on. I will probably be blogging less and less as I go on, but I will try to get fairly regular check ins out to let everyone know how I am doing.  I hope that people understand my blog will not be very exciting for the next year or so.