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Thursday, June 14, 2018

~ Memories in Thread ~

I was perusing Pinterest and found these beautiful Mourning Samplers ~

♥

~ Blessed be ~

Lori

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Welcome ~

Folk Artist working with needle and thread, pigment and wood ~ Farm Witch working with earth and nature....I live in an olde farmhouse in the woods and fields near the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, on an 84 acre farm named Notforgotten Farm... where I play in the dirt, collect old and odd things ~ I throw my head back and cackle when I laugh...and I celebrate Olde Hallow's Eve everyday...I raise orphaned Opossums and other little creatures that may need a helping hand...I love my family & friends ~ I see the past through the eye of a needle......I am a Good Witch

A Short Story...

Now, Little Dear, tell me,...how is it that you've found yourself at Midnight Farm? are you lost? can I help?

There, there...don't be frightened...I'll keep you safe from harm's way...

I'll not hurt you, love.....no...I'm harmless as a kitten....Please, let me show you around this old farm ~ take my hand...do you like stories? then let me tell you one...

...Long, Long ago...a little girl went walking deep into the woods at dusk...she was looking for mushrooms for Mother's soup....
She couldn't help but notice a huge, gnarled Ancient Oak tree.

She thought to herself how very peaceful it would be to rest a spell in it's branches, so she climbed as high as she could...so high, that she became tired and couldn't climb back down,...

There the litte thing sat, tethered to a strong branch, but scared silly...she began to cry, and a nearby Crow heard her...

...He thought she sounded beautiful,
(although he didn't know she was sad.)

He flew over to her, and asked if she was alright...she replied that she wanted to go HOME...he offered to take her to wherever her nest was, so she climbed onto his strong, sleek back....

Off they flew into the night, and as you might guess, they also became lost...They came upon a Wise Old Owl and asked him if he knew where HOME was...the Owl thought for a moment, looked around them and replied..."right Here, of course..."
...The little girl wasn't afraid anymore, and the Owl and the Crow took very good care of her ...

~ On quiet Autumn eves, when the Owls and the Crows gather deep in the woods at dusk to practice their cacophony of screaches, chortles and hoots...listen carefully for the sound of a little girl giggling quietly as she gathers Mushrooms....

©Lori Brechlin ~ 2009~

The Rede ~

Bide the Wiccan laws we must,In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.

Live and let live, Fairly take and fairly give.

Cast the Circle thrice about,To keep the evil spirits out.

To bind the spell every time, Let the spell be spake in rhyme.

Soft of eye and light of touch, Speak little and listen much.

Deosil go by the waxing moon, Chanting out the baneful rune.

When the Lady's moon is new, Kiss the hand to her times two.

When the moon rides at her peak, Then your hearts' desire seek.

Heed the North winds mighty gale, Lock the door and drop the sail.

When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on the mouth.

When the wind blows from the West, Departed souls will have no rest.

When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast.

Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.

Elder be the Lady's tree, Burn it not or cursed you'll be.

When the Wheel begins to turn, Let the Beltane fires burn.

When the Wheel has turned to Yule, Light the log and the Horned One rules.

Heed ye Flower, Bush and Tree, By the Lady, blessed be.

Where the rippling waters go, Cast a stone and truth you'll know.

When ye have a true need, Harken not to others' greed.

With a fool no season spend, Lest ye be counted as his friend.

Merry meet and merry part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Threefold Law you should, Three times bad or three times good.

When misfortune is enow, Wear a blue star on thy brow.

True in Love ever be, Least thy lover's false to thee.

Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:

An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

~ Memories in Thread ~

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