Winter is for Sacred Simple Pleasures

It’s a cold and cloudy day, a perfectly cozy winter’s day, promising much-needed snow and quiet time. I’m sipping cinnamon and anis-laced coffee this morning, gazing out the window above my writing desk, and relishing the cozy warmth of my home. It’s strewn with twinkle lights and smells of beeswax and more cinnamon. It’s filled with books, herbs, and all the things I love, including my two familiars gazing out the window beside me. It’s a comforting and warm antidote to the brewing storm outside.

Truly, it is the perfect day to indulge in self-care. There’s something about this heavy weather that invites us to slow down and take care of ourselves. Maybe indulge a little.

Honestly? I’ve always said magic is a hard, gritty thing. It takes work. You can’t just light candles, say positive affirmations and then expect the universe to drop miracles into your lap. You’ve got to work for it. Stay grounded but hopeful—and always, always be proactive in cultivating a magical life. Self-care is like that. I mean, you can light candles (again), say positive affirmations (again), and…expect to feel reborn. Sure, light your candles. I love my beeswax candles because they cleanse the air, smell like honey, and are just plain pretty. Affirmations can be powerful spells that help you grow. Candle magic is a thing. You see, magic and self-care have a lot in common—I mean, we think of candles and affirmations for both, right? 

In fact, seasoned witches know that radical self-care is the backbone of magical living.

It means slowing down and feeling hard feelings. It means talking with those you love to find a way forward. It means pinpointing a place in your life where the energy is stagnant and then working through things so the energy can be free-flowing. Sometimes, it means you need to reimagine your life. Things that were once generative and inspiring for a time can become sour and toxic if we hold on too long. Energies change, and it’s time to move on—it’s life’s way of making sure you keep growing. It’s also about being able to acknowledge and celebrate the moments when your life is flourishing and where energy flows. And yes, self-care is also about exercising, eating right, sleeping well… basically treating yourself like a small child who needs a lot of TLC.

But here’s the thing I’ve discovered: that work can be exhausting.

It takes a lot to face hard things, to sit with those feelings, and to map a way forward. It can be hard, too, when you experience joy because sometimes you realize you haven’t allowed yourself to experience enough of it. Who hasn’t been stingy with their joy from time to time? All this to say that sometimes, as we stay steady, conjuring change through our routines as rituals, we need a breather. 

And that’s where the fun—and ever so important—part of self-care comes in. 

I admit it: I like my candles and positive affirmations. I’ve spent the afternoon making cinnamon, orange, and peppermint bath bombs so I can indulge in festive bubble baths and share them with loved ones. I’ve also become obsessed with “fussy” skincare routines of oil cleansing, honey face masks, and painting my nails. I’ve added touches of glitter to, well, everything. These silly things—so often the things we think of when we think of self-care—are just as important as all the other hard stuff you have to do to really take care of yourself. There’s nothing like brewing a pot of mint chocolate tea, curling up on the couch in a pile of blankets (and cats), and going down a Pinterest rabbit hole to learn about the best tips for face care or what the heck latte makeup is (what I normally wear, as it turns out). 

Or there’s the pure gothic delight of listening to ghost stories while knitting by twinkle light, or, yes, watching a cheesy holiday movie for a popcorn and pizza movie night. Sometimes, it’s taking a day to go to the salon and indulge in holiday shopping. Or cozy up by the fireplace and do nothing but daydream and snooze. See what I mean? It’s frivolous and fun…and so absolutely necessary.

Choosing joy is when we let the magic in.

It’s when we allow all we’ve worked for and conjured to settle and take root and manifest in the way that is healthiest for us. It’s the fallow time when we reset and rest and let nature do its work. We can’t always be go-go-going. In fact, it’s a good way to clog up your energy and inadvertently sabotage your conjurings! All good magic is a hard, gritty thing, true. But it’s also a soft thing, a thing that needs energetic flow and divine receptivity to balance out the dirty business of cleaning up our lives.

The holidays are the perfect time to slow down and indulge in sacred simple pleasures; the sillier and more joyful, the better. All the better, in fact, to conjure magical living this year and in the next…

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The Witch Who Lives Down the Hall...

One of my favorite books as a child was a now-out-of-print story called The Witch Who Lives Down the Hall (1985), which you can listen to and view here. In this book, a young boy is convinced that the woman who lives down the hall from him in his new apartment complex is a witch. Why does he think this? Well, she casts spells on a magic carpet (does yoga), whips up potions (makes soup), hosts coven meetings (reading and music clubs), has a black cat, and is basically loads of fun.

The thing is, the child is not wrong. His neighbor IS a witch, only not in the way we would think.

She is the embodiment of everyday magic. Everything she does is infused with mindfulness, joy, and a touch of enchantment, as seen through the eyes of a child who can find wonder and whimsy in all things. She might not make literal potions, but isn’t a bowl of soup the perfect healing spell when we need it? So she doesn’t have a flying carpet, but her yoga practice invites an elevated perspective. Then she has her black cat and we all know black cats are pure magic!

I was reminded of this story a few years back when two little girls moved into the apartment down the hall from me. I saw them watching me from the courtyard. They took in my black cat sitting on the windowsill. Caught glimpses of me on my magic carpet (I mean my yoga mat), and stole peeks through my window at the large collection of books that just had to be filled with spells. Most importantly, they were enamored with my patio garden that overflowed with herbs, flowers, and other wild, growing things.

Obviously, mine was a witch’s garden with ingredients for spellwork.

I caught them once, picking petals from roses I’d put out to dry and taking a pinch of this or that herb. They took their stash to the fountain in the middle of the courtyard and used it to make potions. They danced around the fountain and chanted. They poured water into cups and mixed flower petals and herbs into them, making up wild songs as they did so.

One day, the younger sister returned to collect more rose petals just as I came out to water my plants. The older sister, well, she did the big sister thing and ran straight up to my patio, worried they were in trouble for stealing my rose petals and herbs.

In trouble with A WITCH, no less!

They’d read enough stories, it seemed, to know they shouldn’t upset a witch even if they couldn’t resist stealing from her garden. Or maybe they just didn’t want to get in trouble with their parents for disturbing a neighbor. Who knows?

“We’re sorry for taking your stuff. It’s just we needed it,” the older sister quickly explained while pulling her sibling away from the patio. “We’re making spells.”

“What sort of spells?” I asked, and they knew they didn’t have to fear me.

Readers, they had A LOT of spells, and it was wonderful to talk with them about the stories and worlds and potions they were making. I also showed them what they could freely take from my garden. All the dried rose petals they wanted. Honestly, those dried roses were so pretty I didn’t want to throw them out, but I also couldn’t possibly keep them all. I showed them how to pluck green tendrils from my herb plants and explained why they shouldn’t pull the heads off fresh flowers. This ensured they had fun, but my garden didn’t suffer from their enthusiasm.

Hey, I’m a practical witch.

One afternoon, I found them chanting in front of my patio garden, with a stick in hand—a wand, no doubt—and splashing water from the fountain across my plants. My familiar was most curious, watching them through the window as they went about their witchy business.

I peeked out to see what the fuss was about.

“It’s a growing spell!” The eldest explained.

They noticed, they said, that some of my plants were looking a little ragged. Their spell was going to bring them back to life. Every day after school, they ran through the courtyard to check on their spell’s progress. I told them that sometimes spells take time. We’d chat, and they’d ask me questions about all sorts of things. About my cat. About my yoga mat. About the soup cooking on the stove—they smelled it in the hall on their way to their apartment. I could see, through their eyes, that I was much like the strange woman in the children’s book, with all sorts of mysterious things in my home filled with little enchantments.

About a week after they cast their spell over my patio garden, the tired plants started coming back to life. Did their spell work? Or did those cold-weather plants just get their second wind once the heat of the summer waned and cooler temperatures coaxed them back to life? Personally, I think it was their spell. They were certainly proud of their casting abilities, and I was happy to see my plants doing so well. And, eventually, when those girls moved away, I would think of them every time I gathered dried rose petals.

I will always remember the time I got to be the witch who lived down the hall.

It brought me back to when I was their age, reading that strange little book that taught me true magic is the everyday. It’s those small enchantments—intentional living, synchronous meetings, daily rituals—that make life magical.

It reminded me, too, not to take for granted the ordinary magic I’d conjured for myself. We can get used to things, the daily workings of our lives, so much so that we can forget what it takes to craft a meaningful life and how the simplest magic is often the most extraordinary. Magic isn’t in flying carpets and cauldrons. It’s in yoga mats and cast iron pots (although, who is to say which is which?). It isn’t in grimoires or crystal balls but in cookbooks and how the light dances off water in a fountain.

We forget, as we age, that magic is all around us. That we are magic. It’s inside us and all around us, no complicated rituals necessary. And sometimes, life gives us a gift—two little girls who remind you that you are, in fact, much more magical than you feel at the moment, or a woman who lives down the hall from you who must certainly be a witch—to show us that the enchantment we’re looking for is right under our nose.

And, truly, isn’t that what witchy business is all about? Everyday conjurings for a magical life.

As I gather pumpkins and hang autumn twinkle lights with my familiars—I have two now—in preparation for Halloween, I think about the joys of being the witch who lives down the hall. I think about the new stories yet to unfold, the ones that have nourished me over the years and the ones I will one day write, and, most importantly, which ones will jump from the page and into my life as this children’s story did. After all, stories are the deepest form of magic, and there is a quiet conjuring that happens when we find the medicine we need in the pages of a good book.

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Book Release Day: Conversations with the Tarot

It’s book release day! I couldn’t be more excited to see this project birthed into the world. What started as a creative exploration of the tarot and a way to learn more about the deck in a low-pressure way has developed into a deep love and appreciation for the art of conversing with the tarot.

Come join the conversation!

Bewitching tarot meditations by bruja and award-winning writer Maria DeBlassie.

One part prose poetry, one part witchy insights, and one part study in learning the tarot, this book explores this mundane divination form for beginners and experts alike.

This cartomancy book was birthed from DeBlassie’s creative tarot studies in which she wrote 78-word prose poems for each of the 78 cards in the deck, using synchronicity, everyday magic, and her budding understanding of tarot symbolism and meanings to craft her tales.

It’s not your basic how-to-read tarot book, but more a how-to begin a conversation with this divination tool. As any tarot reader can tell you, dealing the deck is more than interpreting cards. It’s about building a relationship with this mystic tool and learning how you and the tarot can work together to discover numinous revelations.

This book is a series of proverbial spells. A series of stories. A series of synchronous messages and mystic musings. A journey into learning the tarot. Are you ready to start your adventure?

See what reviewers have to say…

“Whether you’ve had a long relationship with Tarot or you’ve just met, Conversations with the Tarot is a must-read. Equal parts mystical and practical, this book offers a unique perspective on the cards and how to achieve an intimate relationship with your deck. It is elegant and unexpected—a new classic for any Tarot devotee.”  ~ Deanna Raybourn, NYT bestselling author of the Veronica Speedwell series and tarot enthusiast

“Those of us who read Tarot often talk about ‘hearing what the cards have to say.’ Listening to the cards is the most vital part of our relationship with them. And Maria DeBlassie listens deeply. In Conversations with the Tarot, she shares her experiences in lyrical, poetic language that encourages further exploration and deepens the reader’s understanding of the Tarot, both as individual cards with messages to share and as a complex tapestry woven with the threads of the human experience. This book is moving and inspiring, well worth your time whether you’re an old hand or new to Tarot.” ~ Laura Perry, creator of The Minoan Tarot and author of The Cryptic Guide to the Hopeless, Maine Tarot

"Maria DeBlassie’s Conversations with the Tarot is a beautifully written, inspiring, and insightful book. You could use it as a divination tool, as inspiration for your own journey, or to deepen your own tarot practice. There is a wealth of gentle wisdom here and compassionate insight, and I heartily recommend reading it." ~ Nimue Brown, author of Pagan Dreaming and Beyond Sustainability

Get your copy here.

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How to Craft a Witchy Home

Last month, I wrote about how witchy houses have captured our collective imaginations on The Bruja Professor. I also wrote on this blog about the joys of creating a witchy garden. It only makes sense that we take this witchy business a step further and talk about what it means to craft (pun intended) a witchy house!

It is a fact of life that we all want to live in the Practical Magic house and, if you’re like me, model our current abodes after it and other witchy pop culture homes like those found in Charmed and other shows. I mean, if you aren’t actively trying to create a space—and life—as magical as a hut built on chicken feet, are you even living?!?!

I think after the pandemic, especially, we all have a deeper appreciation for our domestic spaces and the importance of making them joyful, comforting sanctuaries. That is, unless you’re an introvert, in which case, you’ve already had a deep appreciation for the simple magic of your proverbial hobbit hole. Even in a post-pandemic world, I find myself retreating to the cool and quiet of my witchy abode to beat the summer heat. It is a truly wonderful feeling to tuck in knowing that I could go out and will when the mood strikes, but that I choose to stay home for a bit and enjoy the enchanting comforts of home (a very different feeling from lockdown, I assure you, much as I took comfort in my refuge then).

Essentially, crafting a witchy home is all about investing in your life in the here and now. And, if a home is a reflection of self, it’s also about investing in yourself and thinking about the energy you want to conjure in your life. What brings you joy? What do you find soothing? What do you look forward to the moment you wake up or the second you walk into your house at the end of a long work day? What places in your home feel stagnant or junk-filled? All important questions, all with deeply personal, idiosyncratic answers. In Weep, Woman, Weep, an essential part of Mercy’s conjuring and breaking free from ancestral hauntings is in the home she makes for herself. She fills it with beautiful things, precious things that reflect the life she’s trying to build for herself, a life of love, joy, and wholeness. Likewise, in Everyday Enchantments, I have more than a few essays about the quiet magic of home. I wrote those when I, too, was exploring what kind of life I wanted to conjure post-graduate school. A lot of magic has been conjured since then, much of it in my home!

There are, however, a few universal things that all magical homes have, personal preferences aside, so if you’re looking to craft a witchy sanctuary of your own, consider the following: The magic in a home can be boiled down to three important places—the kitchen, the library (um, living room), and the bedroom (wink, wink).

1. Go full-on kitchen witch in your kitchen. Think beautiful stoneware, molcajetes, cast iron pots…the works! These things are not only durable and pretty much last forever if you take care of them, but they add an element of comfort and beauty to your kitchen. My molcajete, a type of mortar and pestle, has a prized place on my counter and is usually listed with garlic from my garden or other hearty ingredients. Likewise, your pantry isn’t just a pantry. It’s an apothecary! Harvest your herbs and other delightful ingredients in mason jars and beautiful canisters. It should feel like a cabinet of ingredients for edible spells and medicines, not just the place where you stash your snacks.

2. Turn those bookcases into a library. All witches need a place to stash their grimoires, tomes, and other books. I don’t think I know a single witchy person who also isn’t an avid reader. These two things go hand in hand, like witches and cooking or introverts and writers. These are the FACTS! So it only makes sense that we cultivate our bookshelves as if they were our personal library filled with magic, mystery, and quite possibly mayhem if placed in the wrong hands. Fill your shelves with stories you love, stories that challenge or cause discomfort, books that make up the very fabric of your being. Stories are where 99% of magic comes from, after all, so it only makes sense that the more books you have in your home, the more magical it is.

3. Shop at (haunted) antique stores. I mean, don’t buy the cursed chest or the mysterious locket, and most certainly do not purchase old-timey photos of creepy families to hang on your wall. Never ever let the sallow-faced owner give you something for free. It probably has a spirit attached to it, one that has been sucking the life out of the owner until you, unlucky soul, were “gifted” the spirit. That said, if you can avoid these pitfalls, antique stores can be a great way to fill your home with unique furniture at an affordable price. Forget Ikea! I’ve found many one-of-a-kind pieces at local shops, old secretary desks, and gorgeous vanities, you name it. Paying attention to the vibes and look of a piece also helps you think about the kind of home you want to craft—would this purple fainting couch go with my spinning wheel?

4. Fill your space with things you love. This one seems like a no-brainer, but it bears repeating. Fill your home with art and don’t be stingy—fill every nook and cranny with beauty. Those star-dotted sheer curtains? Or those velvet green curtains for that matter? BUY THEM. Okay, maybe those are oddly specific to my home, velvet and corduroy in jewel colors being something I LOVE in my furniture and decor, BUT figure out what you love. What makes you feel like a witchy sister in Charmed? Or like a magical heroine in a soapy supernatural drama like Witches of East End? Decorate accordingly. Likewise, remember that we witches are like magpies, we like shiny things and we like to put those shiny things on surfaces to celebrate them. Fill your house with crystals, flowers, rocks, shells…all of these things bring good vibrations to your home.

5. Fill your house with plants… Truly, can you even call yourself a lover of Practical Magic if you don’t have a room dedicated to plants? Okay, so I can’t keep a lot of potted plants in my apartment—cats will eat things that aren’t good for them—but I do have a robust patio garden filled with all sorts of medicinal and culinary herbs. Magical AF! Fresh flowers also work, as do dried bouquets like the fresh-cut lavender currently drying in a vase on my writing desk. This keeps you connected to nature and keeps you grounded. Take time to learn the magical properties of the plants you love the most. You’d be surprised what you discover about yourself!

6. …and cats. And I get that not everyone likes cats—they are wrong, though, as my two familiars are quick to remind me. A home isn’t a home until you have at least one black cat, in my humble and biased opinion. Animals, like plants, link us to the natural world and remind us that we are all connected.

Energetically, it’s important that you only have what brings you joy in your home AND what you use. Anything you don’t use or that doesn’t make you happy only makes for stagnant energy. Treat everything in your house like a work of art—it’s not just a blanket. It’s a protective cloak! Your home isn’t a place to crash. It’s a sanctuary. And a magical one at that, filled with things from your far-flung adventures, crafty creations, and a whole lot of love.

Why? Because you are magic. And your home should reflect that.

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The Magic of Being an Amateur

In Everyday Enchantments, I have a tribute to the joys of being an amateur and another on what it takes to truly become an expert at something. These bite-sized musings came from a lifetime of experiences that reinforced the idea that everything we do must be done To Perfection and the moments in my life that were truly awe-inspiring because I wasn’t aiming for perfect, just relishing the sheer pleasure of doing something that feels good.

As a child, I couldn’t just do ballet because I liked wearing a tutu and twirling. No, at a certain point, my teacher made it clear that I needed to Get Serious and commit to the point shoes and all the aches and pains that come with more professional dance. What a way to ruin the joy of dance for a little girl that just wants to twirl! (Thankfully, my parents were advocates of being happy amateurs in the things that brought us joy; otherwise, I’d be a wreck. But they gave me permission to immerse myself in the arts and other interests without the pressure to turn it into a profession or side hustle.)

Those issues came up later when I dove into Latin dance. I took classes simply because some of my favorite college and grad school memories were staying out late dancing with friends. Even though I knew very little about the specific dance steps, we still managed to have a good time. I decided to treat myself to dance lessons once I got full-time work, an investment meant to carve time for myself outside of my life as an educator. I was allowed to learn other things simply for the sake of learning and enjoyment.

And enjoy myself I did, as I learned that Latin dance was not just salsa or merengue but bachata, cumbia, and a variety of other equally sensuous and celebratory dances. But at some point, the pressure started: if you *really* want to learn dance, if you *really* want to be good, you need to go to class every night, dance at every social you can go to, and *really* immerse yourself in the culture. Sure, okay. Some of that is true and works well as you’re learning new skills and wanting to get comfortable on the dance floor. But the truth was that this rigidity, the idea that I must eat, breathe, and live dance, made me more self-conscious, more afraid of making mistakes, and less able to enjoy myself on the dance floor. It took me time to realize I loved to dance for the sake of moving my hips and getting my wiggles out, much like the tutu-wearing girl I once was. and there’s nothing wrong with that! In fact, there were many other casual dancers like me—people who enjoyed a turn about the dance floor without getting too caught up in the dance culture surrounding it.

And let’s be real, I like doing other things. I love finding a new recipes in the New York Times cooking section to try over the weekend. I like getting lost perusing seed catalogs and learning the best ways to start your seedlings in February. I like knitting while binge-watching shows—haphazardly making blankets that are too big with stitches that are too uneven to be considered beautiful by anyone but me or someone lucky enough to cuddle under those messily-crafted blankets with me.

I like a rousing game of bocce without using regulation-grade balls imported from Italy. I’m sure someone out there understands why they are important to a good game, but I’m not one of them. I’ve gotten back into sketching and watercolors. That’s right, I’m a hardcore doodler and love my how-to-paint kits. A professional artist, I will never be. I also love learning Spanish, listening to podcasts, watching shows, and reading literature in the language—but I doubt I’ll ever comfortably speak it. When I try to study too hard, my tongue gets tied, and the words stop flowing, as Spanish is inextricably linked to my complicated feelings about my racial and cultural background. But if I bask in my appreciation of this heritage language? Then I learn, then I enjoy, then I keep at it.

I like, in other words, taking up new pastimes and learning new ways of looking at the world. My latest hobby is joyfully ignoring the well-meaning but high-pressure people who tell me I just need to practice more at [fill in the blank] and eventually, I’ll be The Best or, at least, Very Good. How about I just enjoy what I‘m doing?

I’m also always working through graduate school traumas issues rooted in perfectionism (heaven forbid you say, do, or write anything that isn’t automatically flawless!). I like being a novice. An amateur. The person who isn’t afraid to look like a fool, make a mistake or try something new. I like that I can dance freely now, without the pressure to perfect every step, or grow some of the tastiest tomatoes without being a master gardener, or even pluck at my violin strings without fear of sounding less-than-symphony ready. 

In fact, I’ve developed a profound love for doing things I’m not good at over the years. There’s magic in being like The Fool in the tarot, always open, always ready for new experiences and possibilities, focused not on a specific outcome but on the act of exploration.

This is the energy I bring to the new year: the soft, receptive magic of doing things I love loudly, happily, and with no intention of mastering any of them. What will you playfully practice this year? What delights will you devote yourself to?

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The Terrible Delights of Spooky Stories

I love scary stories.

I’m also a total chicken. I grew up telling stories on the playground, huddled around trees, or crawling into quiet places with friends to listen to urban legends and frightening tales, from La Llorona to Bloody Mary, to strange tales of a woman with the ribbon around her throat that literally held her head on her body, to creepy dolls come to life the moment you closed your eyes to sleep at night. I knew I’d never be able to sleep at night, but I couldn’t help myself.

I devoured them!

In class, we learned more about La Llorona (a figure that inspired my novella, Weep, Woman, Weep), Baba Yaga, and all sorts of spooky stories that gave me a good chill but were rather less terrifying than what I heard on the playground.

Of course, there was no better time to tell and listen to these stories than fall. As the season slowly ripened into Halloween, the days got shorter, and the cool evenings and turning leaves were the perfect backdrop for stories that reminded us that there is more to this world than meets the eye.

I would come home from school filled up on those terrible tales and, after playing in piles of leaves in my backyard, would feel a growing sense of unease as the sun began to set and darkness took over. I was certainly grateful for the comforting presence of my dogs when night stole across the sky. The feelings were pushed away with dinner, in the cozy brightness of the kitchen and the warmth of family, but readily came back when I was tucked in bed later that night.

Every creek, howl of wind, or cricket chirp sounded like a ghostly footstep, the weeping woman, or all manner of supernatural threats. Mirrors were not to be looked in when the sun went down. Windows must be closed at night, lest La Llorona find a way in. Blankets were to be tucked around you up to your chin to protect you from whatever might be lurking under the bed.

I felt would never fall asleep!

But, of course, I did. And with the coming sun came the confidence of youth that there was nothing truly scary in this world and I went right back to the playground ready to consume more lurid and horrible tales. 

They were terrifying. They were also thrilling.  I couldn’t help myself—even when they gave me nightmares and my mom tried to get me to stop listening to these stories—they had this allure to me, pulling me into a world of the strange and the gothic.

The feeling didn’t go away as I got older. Take, for example, the time I went trick o’ treating with a friend in middle school, one of the last times I would venture out on that childhood ritual. I was no stranger to haunted houses—there were plenty in my neighborhood. I lived next door to one and there was another a few blocks away that looked like something out of a gothic novel: big, dark, looming, and a story about a murder so strange and unexpected it devolved into its own neighborhood legend with everyone having a slightly different explanation for why the house just felt…off.

My friend and I were alone on the street and were doing our best to casually walk past the house, feeling very brave and very adult in our fairy costumes, proud of the fact that we could trick-or-treat unchaperoned. But once we neared that house, suddenly home felt so very far away, other groups of Halloween revelers so very far away.  There was only the darkness surrounding us and the specter of that gina those before us. 

Then we heard something—a yip, a yell, from someone in the distance—and we screamed, running for the safety of my home. Gone were the bold, brave adults, and in their place were two frightened children who wanted nothing more than the warm lights and safety of home. As it turns out, the noise we heard was from a bunch of wild partiers, but it became so much more frightening when it was disembodied, and the shadows fed our imaginations, as did all the terrible tales I’d been consuming that season.

As scary as that was, and as silly as my friend and I felt in retrospect, there was no denying the fun we had, nor the deep sense of comfort we felt in returning to my house. That’s what scary stories do for us. They bring us home. We find catharsis in facing the darkness and making it out the other side. We appreciate the light where and when we can find it.  

Here I am now—still loving scary stories. Still a total chicken. Still ready for a good tale of terror…in the daylight. Still not looking in mirrors and closing all my windows at night. And I speed up whenever I have to walk by that haunted house, indeed any haunted house, less the specters inside think to invite me in.

That’s the beauty of these early childhood frights. They gave me a solid appreciation of the thrills of a good scary story and a healthy respect for the unseen worlds or even vibes I get that tell me a person or situation is more than meets the eye. 

This is why I tell spooky stories today. They reveal so much more about ourselves and the world around us than many an ordinary tale. From writing horror comedy about the terrors of dating in Hungry Business to the haunting wails of La Llorona in Weep, Woman, Weep, all my tales are inspired by the ordinary gothic all around us, pairing catharsis as we face the dark and find the light. 

What do you love about scary stories?

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Cooking with Mercy Farm Turnips

Turnips feature prominently in Weep, Woman, Weep. Why? because I LOVE root veggies, including turnips. In fact, when writing this novella, I became more than a little obsessed with them, salad turnips, tasting like buttery radishes and purple top and scarlet turnips…there are a surprising number of different types of these humble root veggies.

Mercy, the central character in Weep, Woman, Weep, ends up starting Mercy Farm, and among the many vegetables and herbs she grows are turnips. In fact, turnips are the thing that gets her going on the whole idea of turning the land she inherited into a working farm. She later becomes rather famous for having some of the best produce—turnips especially—in and around Sueno, New Mexico.

The turnips become a symbol for the new life Mercy’s trying to build for herself from nothing but hard work and heartache—and a dream that she can be more than La Llorona’s curse running in her blood.  I later learned that turnips are, in fact, symbols of success and better fortune. I love it when synchronicity is at play to show me that I picked turnips as a symbol of Mercy’s new path for a reason!

Of course, it took me a little bit to realize my obsession with this humble root vegetable wasn’t entirely normal.  I had the pleasure of being invited to the Romancing the Gothic book club this past spring so the members could ask me questions about my gothic fairytale. It was then I realized that my interest in turnips might be a little, well, you know, strange.  

The book club readers asked one simple and very important question: What’s up with all the turnips?!?! Aren’t they, like, gross??? There was many a horror story of boiled and mealy veggies that were enough to make even a turnip lover queasy.

As I draft the sequel to this book, Mercy Road, all this turnip talk becomes a bit of a running joke. Santos, the protagonist of that tale, had never really eaten turnips until becoming Mercy’s neighbor. But, as much as he loves Mercy and her produce, even he thinks she talks about turnips too much. To be fair, she’s been on her own for a long time, but still, there are other things to talk about!  Perhaps over a delicious meal of…turnips.

Yes, Mercy’s got me “talking turnips,” too, as Santos would say. And the book club chat made me realize that not everyone loves root vegetables as much as I do. And though I have yet to grow my own successfully, I eat them constantly. If you’re even a little bit curious about how to enjoy turnips, here are a few suggestions below (and, honestly, how I usually eat them).  

Salad turnips look like white radishes and are great in…salads. Just slice them up and add them to some greens. They are also great on crudite platters and dipped in aioli. 

For larger turnips, like purple top and scarlet turnips, consider roasting them like you would potatoes.  Olive oil and salt are all you really need, although adding cumin, green chile powder, or other spices add a nice kick.  

I like to make turnip gratin when it gets colder out. It is delightful and so comforting without feeling as heavy as a traditional potato gratin.  I’ve also been known to use pureed cannellini beans in place of cream when I want something even lighter. It’s still creamy, just not as heavy.

These larger turnips are also great in stir-fries because they really soak up whatever sauce you’re using and take on whatever flavor profile you want.  They are also hearty enough to maintain a firm texture with no mushiness (that only happens when you boil them to death!).  

And speaking of mush…you can mash them like potatoes, too, although with olive oil, chicken stock, and seasoning, they are a culinary delight.  Add a sprinkling of gruyere, and it’s heaven!

Any kind of turnip can be pickled, too, and I often use them in my quick pickled veggies recipe.

So, as you can see, there are a lot of ways to use turnips. Do you eat turnips? How do you cook them?  And, if you haven’t yet considered eating them, give some of these suggestions a try and let me know what you think!

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Beltane Spells

On May first, I wove ribbons in my hair and danced in the meadow until the buzzing in my heart matched the buzzing of the bees.  On the sixth, I ate tender strawberries and enjoyed the feel of each tiny seed slipping down my throat. On the twelfth, I planted lemon balm because I am forever in need of soothing and sunshine.  I somehow never quite trust soft gentle things when they pad into my life like a cat ready to luxuriate in my attention—but I’m learning.

Even the tarot gives me sunshine. Again and again, it asks me to let the light in.  I wish it would tell me how because the only way I know is to surround myself with sunflowers and jazz records and radishes so red they look like they could stain my fingers with their exuberance.

Then today I tried to capture the scent of lilacs as they fade and give way to summer—knowing full well I will have to wait until another turn of the wheel to savor their ephemeral perfume fresh from the bud.  But that doesn’t stop me from bottling what I can of their essence so that when I am bottled up I can uncap that violet vial, breath in, and remember that I am a spring evening—full of softness and invitation to those willing to linger in solitude under the moonlight.

I am as wild as a dandelion head, made up of wishes that will fearlessly find their place in the world, not the stiff thoughts that fill my mind when I try to mend the things that keep falling apart—Orpheus was right. Nothing good ever comes from looking back.

Instead, I wash myself in lilac perfume to remember that the world is full of soft and sweet things and that I needn’t always smell of sweat and tears.  I let my bare feet kiss wet grass. And I take the last lilac buds to weave with the ribbons in my hair so that even my dance is a magenta promise of something more.

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How to Cultivate a Witchy Garden

It’s that time of year when I’m dying to get my hands dirty.  I’ve been collecting seeds all winter and have started prepping my garden space by turning the soil, cleaning up the debris that protected it over the colder months, and thinking about where I’ll put my plants. I’m dizzy with the promise of a summer in my magical garden space where my biggest concern is harvesting and drying my medicinal herbs fast enough—the hard years of pandemic teaching forgotten under the sun’s nurturing gaze and the pliant soil beneath my feet.

This is a feeling that is always with me, even in the winter, warming my soul when it’s too cold to be outside.  You see, I grew up in a magical garden.  My mother was the original kitchen witch who grew so many herbs and plants in our backyard that stepping out there was like entering this secret garden of enchanted things—it still is!  

I remember when I learned that the licorice and lavender and lemon verbena she planted had medicinal properties and that you could steep them to make delicious and healing tisanes. I was obsessed with collecting these plants, brewing with them, and drying them to store in cool jars I’d collected over the years.  Yeah…I think it’s pretty clear that I was always kind of witchy!

Even when I left home, I made it a point to bring a little bit of that garden magic with me wherever I went. Sometimes it was just a few plants on a windowsill in my grad school apartment.  Other times, it was a magnificent patio garden, complete with vermicompost, where I grew all sorts of culinary and medicinal herbs.  Or it was an open space where I could sneak away to plant early spring leeks and onions or the Pinterest board where I pinned everything I wanted in my dream garden, the place I’d cultivate when I lived in my forever home (yes, it will closely resemble the house in the movie, Practical Magic, naturally). 

Plant magic is so much a part of my being, especially as a bruja, that I’ve come to think of my garden as an enchanting space for conjuring.  I have a natural affinity for plants and have often sought solace in their company when the outer world gets to be too much (truly, plants and cats are much more sensible than humans, at least that’s what my familiar says, and I tend to agree with him). 

Sometimes, though, it might seem like a daunting task to create a witchy garden full of medicinal herbs and magical plants.  Where do you start?  How do you maintain it?  What plants do you use?  The most important thing to creating a magical garden is your intention—that desire for a more magical life—and taking enjoyment in learning as you go.  

So, if, like me, you’re looking to be witchier than ever this year, here are a few tips, in no particular order, to cultivating a witchy garden.  It goes without saying, however, that any witchy tips you get here are general guidelines—see what resonates with you and then make your own magic as you develop your relationship to the space you’re working with and the plants that speak to you. 

Don’t get too manictured! I quietly cringe at the perfectly manicured gardens in magazines.  I can practically hear the plants screaming to be free! A garden should be a sanctuary where you let your hair down, walk barefoot, and forget about the world for a bit.  Where you plants can thrive and grow wontonly.  Sure, tend your garden, but don’t turn it into the environmental equivalent of those airbrushed models on a magazine cover—they’re not real and should not be images of beauty we aspire to. Instead, embrace the wild messiness of growing things.  It’s good for the soul.

Remember that all plants are magic. Who didn’t spend afternoons as a child gathering roots and twigs and leaves and stirring them up to make potions and mudpies? It’s as if we all instinctively knew there was something magical to these living breathing things. (If you are one of those rare and strange creatures who never did that…I feel sorry for you.  But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy that kind of fun now—go get your hands dirty and collect plants that call to you!).  As you go about cultivating your garden, learn about the flowers, herbs, and produce your plant. They all have lovely magical, medicinal, and, yes, even mundane histories.  Each of them has stories and there’s something powerful to learn more about them. You’ll be surprised how much of their stories

Talk to your plants…and don’t be surprised if they talk back. Oftentimes, the plants we are most attracted to have the medicine we need.   For example, one year, I was deeply drawn to Juniper, the seeds, the leaves, and the sharp smell of its essential oils.  I later learned that Juniper is a deeply healing plant that is specifically known for taking negative energy and turning it into light.  As it happens, that was the exact magic I needed as I was healing from some toxic situations and learning to find my own happiness again.  And, yeah, you should check on your plants and talk with them as you tend them.  My mornings aren’t complete without a cup of coffee in the garden and a good chat with growing things before I draw the tarot.

Leave those weeds for the birds and the bees. Okay, I know that we don’t want a garden that’s overgrown with weeds but some are seriously important! This goes back to not being too manicured.  The garden is a living ecosystem so leave those dandelions to help our pollinators, just as wildflowers attract birds who help keep pests in line. Some plants that are so aggressive they become like weeds (I’m talking to you, mint!), so do what you have to do to make sure you keep your unwanted plants in check but allow your garden to be a joyful wild ecosystem that isn’t hemmed in by hospital-like tidiness. The wildlife and your mind will thank you!

Embrace composting. There is nothing more magical than taking scraps and other discards and turning them into pure gold.  It’s positively alchemical! Composting is a fairly easy thing to learn how to do and one of the cheapest and most eco-friendly ways to nourish your plants--seriously, ditch the chemical fertilizers and other junk that’s bad for the environment.  I also like to think of all the energetic junk I’m composting for future fertile soil as I feed my vermicompost or turn the heap.  It makes me feel like no experience, piece of writing, or feeling is wasted.  Even if it’s something I have to let go of, it has done its part to help nourish my inner garden.  It’s very cathartic!  

Know your local ecosystem.  I love my local medicinal plants like globemallow and yerba mansa, not to mention the drought-hardy Hollyhocks.  Part of cultivating a witchy garden is knowing the land around you and the plants and animals that thrive there.  When you garden in harmony with the environment around you, you produce better yields, have happier plants and wildlife, and embrace your inner wildflower. 

I suppose if there’s one last bit of advice to give you as you cultivate your witchy garden, it’s to listen to your intuition. Plant the plants that make you happy. Design your space in a way that soothes the soul. Go slow. Enjoy the sacred simple pleasure of time spent with growing things. And always, always make a little time each day to get your hands dirty.

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I am a love story...

I would make a love spell, if I could, made of the torn pages of a romance novel, rose petals plucked under the darkness of night, and the bloody suture that stitched the pieces of my heart back together after I was so careless with it.

I would take these things and mash them together between the teeth of my mortar and pestle, along with dandelion seeds and olive oil and dirty thoughts and ground cinnamon and the sweetness of a spring morning.  I’d bind it with my spit and tears and hope.

I would even drink this potion if I could. Swallow it all down with a spoonful of honey to soften the intensity of this longing and think of nothing but seeds and fruition as it slid down my throat.  

If a love spell would bring me what I want, I would dance naked under the moon and use strands of my hair to weave together an impossible unbreakable love story. I would work long hours just to be able to afford that small crystal bottle full of hazy pink liquid tucked safely behind the glass counter in that one occult shop everyone knows but says they’ve never been to.

But it’s no use. 

No use trying to conjure warms hands and a beating heart from chicken bones and ribbon.  Or the soft sincerity of an appreciative gaze from glitter and sanding sugar, let alone the gooey warm feeling of being safe in another’s arms—you could try melted chocolate on the tongue or cocoa butter rubbed into your skin.  But it won’t work.

These sorts of love spells never do.  

I’ll tell you what does—though you won’t believe me.  Amateurs never do.

It starts inside, a slow steady drumbeat in your body. Follow that song—out into the meadows and let the birds join in the symphony.  Don’t try to pin down the feeling or stuff it in a jar.  Just let this lightness wrap around you and tease your skin like a lover’s fingers.  

Don’t look too hard, either, for the thing you think you want. Just fill yourself up with the luscious energy that makes you feel whole without arms to hold you—those will come in time.

Now here comes the hard part: Shake off the desperation.  Shut out the voices that say too old too hard too picky too aloof too needy too demanding too sexy too strange too wild too much. All they’re really saying is that they wish they were brave enough to dance with the meadow bees in broad daylight. Unafraid and safe in the knowledge that the Universe is wiser than you and easily bypasses your childish attempts to control your future.  What you want right here and now—the thing you try to capture with your butterfly net—it’s inside you, not in paperback pulp and shredded roses.

So stop waiting for it to happen to you. This love story. 

You are a love story.  Know it. Feel it.  Let it saturate every part of your being.  Say it and embody it:

I am a love story. 

I am a love story. 

I am a love story. 

Hold that phrase up like an offering to your soul.

Aren’t you eager to see how it unfolds now that you are no longer swallowing the torn pages of someone else’s story?

Too much work!  I know that’s what you’ll say. 

This, from the person willing to swallow their own nasty spit and stitches and dance naked in the moonlight—or work overtime to pay for pink-stained water pretending to be an aphrodisiac.

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Witchier Than Ever...

When I first started this blog, oh, almost ten years ago, I got in the habit of starting each year with a new year’s resolution, something to meditate on for the year. I did everything from slow living, radical self-care, and thinking about living more sustainably.  After a while, many of these things became an integral part of my life. Then the pandemic happened and I felt a decreased desire to focus too hard on another goal, even if it was rooted in my desire for cultivating a more magical life.

There’s nothing wrong with making resolutions—in fact, I rather like the idea of choosing something to gently meditate on throughout the year. It’s like my daily tarot card reading. It’s nice to have something to help you get clarity on what you want to manifest in your life or help you explore your inner world.  Intention setting is one of the most mundane forms of magic-making and all the more powerful for its simplicity. 

That said, when I took a pandemic-inspired step back, I realized that I’d gotten better (despite a few bumps in the road), at integrating things like self-care and energetic awareness into my daily life.  Part of it came from years of practice.  The other part, from writing Practically Pagan ~ An Alternative Guide to Magical Living.  Writing that book helped me return to the fundamentals of magical living, ways of being that are intuitive and seamlessly integrated into our daily lives.  Writing has always been one of the most powerful forms of spell-crafting for me.

In the process, I got rid of the things cluttering up my life: complicated exercise regimes, things that made me feel bad about myself, the constant need to apologize or over-explain things, saying yes to too many demands, self-doubts, and anxieties that lead to bad habits in an effort to self-soothe.  I got rid of people, too. I have no room for pandemic-deniers and performative allies in my life, and joyful hex bigots out of my space.

In their place, I created more space for unexpected magic. I cultivated my relationship to the tarot and to seeds—soul seeds and turnip seeds, aggressively joyful hollyhock seeds and the seeds of dreams I hope to nourish in the coming year.  I gave into my inner kitchen witch and bought a pizza stone—then rigorously tested the best ways to make a pizza (wink wink).  I stopped reading books that bored me and binge-read series that brought me joy.  I trusted my intuition more even when it seemed to go counter to the surface of things.   I lit beeswax candles and made time for cat cuddles at the end of the day.  I learned the gentle art of divine receptivity.

I grew things. I made things. I dreamed about a lot of things.  And I conjured some things, too.  I listened.  At times I spoke.  I let my body—the ripples of pleasure and coils of tension—tell me what I did and didn’t need in my life.  Mostly I embraced my deeply introverted need for solitude and the healing revelations that can only come with time spent in silence. 

In other words, I allowed myself to embrace my full witchiness.  In my own way and via my own path.  The past few years have been hard in so many ways that I’ve had to make a conscious effort not to harden my heart or shut down as I pour all my energy into trying to maintain important boundaries.  Don’t get me wrong, boundaries are essential!  And I do keep my heart safe from the people who would abuse my kindness and empathy.  But my inner-bruja has also helped me remember that I ferociously maintain those boundaries so that I can have the space and safety to nourish joy, Eros energy, and sacred simple pleasures. 

Sometimes the best thing we can do for ourselves is to trust in our ability to keep ourselves safe from the proverbial demons of the world so that we may hold space for the divine.  It is no small thing to allow our energy to flow, welcome in divine receptivity, and make room for unexpected magic. 

So this year? My new year’s resolution is to be witchier than ever. 

What magic are you hoping to conjure this new year?

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Healing Face Serum with Calendula & Vitamin E

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s overpriced organic beauty products that trick people into thinking that more money equals more healing properties. Not so! Over the years, as longtime readers of my blog know, I’ve made my own body butter, scrubs, and makeup that are just as luscious and eco-friendly as what you can get at a nice natural market—without the sticker shock.

One of my favorite beauty products to make of late has been this healing face serum, that hydrates and softens my face and neck. It will give you that eternally youthful glow! It also makes a great stocking stuffer and little extra gift for anyone wanting to pamper themselves.

I most often use my homemade calendula-infused oil in this healing face serum, although you can use plain almond oil if you prefer—you just won’t get quite the same healing properties. Calendula oil is perfect for nourishing and revitalizing your skin, especially in the colder months when our skin can start to look dull and rough.  The vitamin E, raspberry seed, and rosehip oils all have wonderful vitamins that brighten and tone the skin and act as antibacterial agents to prevent breakouts.  For a nice scent and extra anti-bacterial properties, I like to add a few drops of clove oil.

Healing Face Serum:

Container:

Small bottle with dropper

Ingredients:

1/4 cup calendula oil

1/8 tsp organic vitamin e oil

1/8 tsp raspberry seed oil

1/8 tsp rosehip oil

1-3 drops clove essential oil (optional)

Mix all ingredients in a small bottle and shake well.  Store in a cool, dry place for up to six months.  To use, wash face thoroughly and pat dry.  Then add a few drops of this serum onto your palms and gently massage on your face before you go to bed at night or at the start of the day before you apply any makeup or sunscreen.  You can even lightly dab a little extra around your eyes at night to minimize wrinkles.  As you apply, think of the luminous sun-kissed skin of summer and the fiery delights of a summer love affair.  Know that you can reignite this flame, even in the depths of winter.  

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Harvesting Sunshine for Rainy Days: A Recipe for Calendula Oil

I love Autumn. The season is like amber, distilling the joys of summer in its honeyed essence for future pleasure.  It’s an important thing to do: cultivate and stock up on happiness, sunshine for rainy days.  That’s why so much of my brujeria practice is focused on pleasure magic or the intentional conjuring of the luscious hedonistic energy in our day-in, day-out.  

Let’s face it: we can get stingy with our joy.  I blame this on the puritanical roots in Western culture that have made us forget our deeper and more profound pagan legacies that cultivate a natural sensuality in all things. Pleasure—that bone-deep, life-affirming stuff—happens when we live in harmony with the earth and the natural cycles of life.  It’s when we listen to our inner voices that tell us what will truly fulfill us, not the loud mindless business of mainstream society.  And it’s when we allow ourselves to dream, hope, and conjure things that make us feel good…just because.  We can learn a lot about ourselves by understanding what gives us this unfiltered sense of happiness.

Autumn has always been the perfect time to reflect on these things, as we enjoy the fruits of the year’s labor while setting aside some of that abundance for the days when we can’t make our own sunshine.  What do we prioritize when it comes to harvesting and preserving?  What can’t we live without when the days get short and the nights long and cold?  As I marinate on these questions, I’m drawn to the brightest of flowers: the humble marigold and her medicinal cousin, calendula.  

While many people conflate the two flowers, these sunflower family members are actually two distinct plants with similar magical properties.  First, there is the marigold from the Tagetes genus which is the flower we most often see in Dia de Los Muertos celebrations.  Traditionally, this flower symbolizes the transience of life as it blossoms and fades fairly quickly, but I tend to think of it as more symbolic of eternal life.  Even when the bloom fades, the petals are easily harvested and put to further use.  You can also collect the thin black seeds and begin again.  See?  Life doesn’t end. It merely transforms itself, so long as you live in harmony with the ebb and flow of our natural rhythms.  The marigold is also a very joyful flower.  It’s hard not to smile when you’re holding a bouquet of orange, yellow, and red edible pompoms!  

These flowers are also natural pest deterrents and extremely hardy, able to grow almost anywhere with little fuss or care.  I love the metaphor of this: their sunshine magic banishes proverbial energetic bugs and promises us that our happiness is not as fragile as we might think.  I like to harvest marigolds from my own garden or purchase from a reliable organic local producer to sprinkle in salads or to add a pop of color to my herbal teas. Every time I put a marigold in my mouth, I am reminded of the fire in my belly and a passion that cannot be tamed.  

The marigold’s cousin, calendula, or Calendula officinalis, often more colloquially known as pot marigold or common marigold, looks like a yellow daisy.  This is the flower herbalists and kitchen witches use to concoct healing potions for the skin.  Every year, I love to get some locally harvested and dried organic calendula or pull it from my own garden to make calendula-infused beauty oil.  I use it in everything from soothing face serums and body butters to hair oils and cuticle creams.  Calendula is one of nature’s enteral soothers, softening the edges of our thoughts and acting as a healing balm to the soul.  

These are the magical plants I come back to each Autumn in an effort to bottle and jar as much sunshine as I can for the coming months.  I’m liberal with them all year round, wantonly planting them wherever I can and relishing their beauty from seedling to dried flower petals.  These are flowers that remind me of the eternal summer of my soul even as I make my way through the various seasons of my life.  I feel like I’m literally harvesting liquid sunshine! 

These flowers are pure sun magic, a reminder that life doesn’t always have to be so hard, that we have the power to chase away darkness, the power to welcome prosperity and healing.  Marigolds and calendula feel especially life-affirming to me in a post-pandemic world, as we relearn how to navigate the world safely and with joy, while not forgetting the sorrows of the past year—that’s Dia de Los Muertos marigold magic again, reminding us that we can mourn what has passed and still know the joy of transformation.  Calendula is then there to protect us from the fear and anxiety that might taint our thoughts and illuminate the way forward with passion, warmth, and a generosity of spirit. 

Neither of these fiery flowers will allow us to wallow or stagnate in the energy of the past.  Instead, they invite us to move forward with grace, love, and more than a little creativity.  Nothing is what it once was, but the marigold reminds us of our profound capacity for blissful metamorphosis.  It might feel like death, but it is only a rebirth.  Like Persephone returning to the underworld in Autumn, these plants remind us that there is much joy in turning inward, going slow, and basking in the honeyed abundance of the season.

As I prepared each year for Samhain and Dia de Los Muertos, for me a time to honor the Dark Goddess and release the dead parts of myself, I always make sure to make a batch of calendula oil and my healing face serum, one of my favorite ways to use this oil infusion.  I use only organic ingredients since it is going on my body.  As I make it, I think of all the glorious parts of summer, the parts of myself I want to give more light to, and the passions I want to nourish.  I tend the jar through November, infusing it with gratitude and a deep appreciation for the love in my life and the abundance I’ve conjured this past year.

One of the great things about this recipe is that it is so versatile. You’ll notice I didn’t give exact quantities in my ingredients list. That’s because you should feel free to make as much or as little of this oil as you want. You can make it any time of year, but my personal ritual is to make it during the late Autumn. I prefer to use dried calendula as it is easier to work with (fresh leaves are more likely to go rancid).  Similarly, I like to opt for the cold steep method, rather than the faster heated method.  

I love the meditative process of allowing the oil to infuse for six weeks as I feel it gives it more time to absorb the good energy I’m imbuing into the concoction. Every time I use these oils, I’m reminded of the abundance mindset I cultivate day-in, day out, and the infinite pleasure I get from invoking the sun magic of the marigold and the calendula.  

Recipe for Calendula Oil

Tools:

1 sterilized glass jar 

1 bottle the same size as the jar

cheesecloth

funnel

Ingredients:

1 part organic dried calendula leaves 

2 parts organic almond oil 

2-3 drops organic vitamin E oil

Instructions:

Fill a clean jar halfway with organic calendula leaves.  Cover completely with almond oil, making sure to leave about two inches of space at the top of the jar as the flowers will expand as they absorb the oil.  Add a few drops of vitamin E oil to act as a preservative.  Use a plastic lid if you can.  If you have to use a metal lid, place a piece of parchment paper between the jar and the lid, as the metal can sometimes rust. 

Let sit in a cool, dry place for 4-6 weeks, shaking periodically.  Make sure to mark the start date on the jar to keep track of your infusion time.  When I shake the jar, I make sure to consciously think of the medicinal and magical properties of this flower so I can infuse my good intentions into the blend. 

When it’s ready, strain oil through a cheesecloth draped over a funnel into a dark bottle and store in a cool, dry place for up to six months. Use on its own or in body butters and oils.  It’s great for eczema or sensitive skin.  

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The Bruja's Guide to Everyday Magic

With the publication of Practically Pagan ~ An Alternative Guide to Magical Living, many readers have asked me what I mean when I say I write about and practice ‘everyday magic.’ In fact, a number of people have picked up my new book expecting complex spells and occult practices, only to be disappointed by pages filled with anecdotal stories and tips about energy, intention, and conjuring so subtle it’s part of our daily lives. The irony, of course, is that these simple acts of energetic awareness—what some people call mindfulness or intentional living—are actual magical practices! These daily conjurings might lack some of the sparkle and flash of more elaborate mystic practices, but they are some of the most powerful forms of spell casting and an important foundation for any kind of magical practice.

I’m all about keeping it simple. Our thoughts are spells. Our energy tells us everything we need to know about a specific situation or person, as does their vibe. Our daily habits shape the kind of life we want to live—so we need to be intentional about it. We can also sometimes get a little carried away with the theater of the occult world, so much so that the real magic gets lost under the hocus-pocus. I think of it as burning incense to cleanse your home when the space is dirty and what you really should be doing is giving it a good scrub down. Light those incense, sure, but don’t ignore the important task of tending your sanctuary. It’s not just dust and crumbs on the floor, but stagnant energy that needs to be cleared out through the literal act of cleaning. That’s the thing with magic: the best kind is simple, but also hard work.

Hard work—but worth it. So if you’re just beginning your journey into the mystic world or are a long-time pagan or witchy soul wanting to get a refresher on foundational practices, check out my Bruja’s Guide to Everday Magic below.

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Practically Pagan ~ An Alternative Guide to Magical Living Book Release!

Three years ago, I published my first book, Everyday Enchantments, a collection of musings on ordinary magic and daily conjurings. It has been a whirlwind of delightful literary magic ever since. That was the book that helped me rediscover my inner bruja and so will always have a place in my heart. But I’m also excited to look back and see how I’ve grown, developed, and continued to hone my craft as a writer, magical practitioner, and human being. That’s what everyday magic is all about: showing up every day to conjure a better way of being.

After years of blogging and that first book, it became clear that that there were other people out there, like me, looking for simple, practical ways to make their lives more magical. Thus, Practically Pagan ~ An Alternative Guide to Magical Living was born.

This is an alternative and practical guide to magical living, which means it’s a no-fuss approach to finding the mystic in the mundane. Here, there are no difficult spells with obscure ingredients, complicated rituals, or expensive tools. Instead, you’ll find that our routines are the rituals, the meals we cook are the edible spells, as are the thoughts and intentions we cast out into the world. As for crystals, athames, and velvet cloaks…those are cool, sure, but you don’t need them to conjure. All you need, in fact, is an open mind and a desire to find enchantment wherever you go.

Get your copy here.

Advanced Praise

“I'm new to practicing, so this was incredibly helpful. I loved reading ways to expand my practice and the best part is how easy everything is. It's perfect for a beginner.” ~ Kali T. Netgalley Reviewer

“What a beautiful book! I loved reading about enriching my witchcraft practices with solid acts of self-care.” ~ Sonja K. Netgalley Reviewer

“I love the way that this book weaves magic and wonder into the everyday, making paganism feel accessible to everyone. I'm going to try to reframe household chores as a form of magic!” ~ Melanie K. Netgalley Reviewer

“This book was everything I could have hoped for. DeBlassie approaches magic in a way that is less intimidating and much more natural, at least to me. The focus on intention as magic and having less focus put on complex spells and rituals makes this book both beginner-friendly and something that can re-ignite the passion for longtime practitioners.” ~ Colleen V. Netgalley Reviewer

"Practically Pagan ~ An Alternative Guide to Everyday Magic is an accessible guidebook into the subject of personal development and subtle magic, providing the reader with tips to live their best, most blessed life."
Jennifer Teixeira - Author of "Temple of the Bones; Rituals to the Goddess Hekate"

"Everyday magic is not just about developing connections and relationships with our spiritual and magical selves. How many of us have looked within at our own habits and behaviors to acknowledge the chaos and stress within our own lives and how we can change our thinking and break out of these toxic behaviors that hinder us on many levels. Maria from her own personal experience shares how she turned her life around earning a happier, healthier life, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. This naturally brought back that spiritual energy and personal power that was buried beneath the drudgery of the modern lifestyle. This is everyday magic and can improve the lives of EVERYONE." ~ Martha Gray, author

"Maria's Practically Pagan: An Alternative Guide to Magical Living is a book that I wish my younger self could have read. Instead of wandering around, thinking magic needed to be elaborate and, therefore, inaccessible, I could have seen the magic in the everyday. (And to be fair, I need the reminder now too.) In addition, the fact that Maria touches on toxic patriarchy, performative extroversion, and mindless busy-ness as things to unlearn is vital. Necessary. Crucial. Timely. I can hear the passion behind the words of this book, and it feels like a spell woven between the words and the reader."

~ Irisanya Moon, author of Pagan Portals: Reclaiming Magick, Pagan Portals: Aphrodite: Goddess of Love & Beauty & Initiation; Practically Pagan: An Alternative Guide to Health & Well-being, and Pagan Portals: Iris - Goddess of the Rainbow & Messenger of the Godds.

From the Back Cover

Practical tips for the modern mystic by bruja and award-winning writer and educator, Maria DeBlassie.

This guide is full of proverbial spells, daily conjurings, and mystical insights designed to help those in search of a little more magic in their day-to-day life, no complicated spells, expensive accessories, or experience required.

That's the thing about everyday magic: it's always within reach, within the self, and in the world. Only not in the way readers might normally think. It's a less mumbling 'double double toil and trouble' over a cauldron and more cooking a delicious soup in a beloved cast iron pot. It's simple. It's mundane. It's magic!

This book offers grounded mystical practices, including how to turn routines into healing rituals, to teach readers how to connect to themselves, the Universe, and the magic of everyday life. Journey into the realm of pleasure magic, radical self-care, synchronicity, and the profound joy of living a life beyond the expected with this alternative guide to daily mystic practices.

After all, true magic is in the everyday.

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Keep It Simple

When I started Enchantment Learning & Living what feels like a lifetime ago, I did so with the intention of exploring a central truth: true magic is in the everyday. That’s the tagline of much of my creative work and the backbone of my own brujeria practice.

Spiritual Gatekeeping

I wanted to get away from the idea of complex spell-work and esoteric occultism that often felt like gatekeeping to what should be an organic fluid practice. Like the church insisting they are the conduit through which God, or the numinous, speaks, these more complicated approaches to the craft can imply that people can only connect to that mystic energy within themselves and without if they perform intricate rituals. We must have an Instagram-worthy altar, a collection of large, expensive crystals, and an herbal apothecary filled with hard-to-find often dangerous herbs.

Don’t get me wrong. We all have our ways of conjuring, our rituals, and spells, and there’s nothing wrong with that. You can even enjoy that Instagram-worthy set-up! The trouble occurs when we get so lost in the performance of our witchiness, yield to consumerism that tells us we can’t be magical unless we have that ultra-expensive [fill in the blank magical tool]. It’s easy to get lost in the ritual and theater of the occult, so much so that we can forget the purpose behind our spiritual practice: to reconnect to self, the universe, to others in a meaningful and life-affirming way.

This is also a way to keep people out of elitist witch circles—if you can commodify spirituality, you can choose who can and can’t have access to these energies via simple economics and cultural appropriation, which is a byproduct of this commodification. More simply, it sells the idea that you are not enough on your own to manifest what you need to, which is simply untrue.

Spiritual Bypassing & Performative Conjuring

We also run the risk of spiritual bypassing when our practice is so focused on the pomp and circumstance of witchy business. We fall into the trap of “love and light” and good feelings only, suppressing the bad so we don’t have to do the hard shadow work to truly heal. We can, in essence, get so lost in the spectacle of the occult that we successfully avoid whatever it is we need to deal with.

And it’s not just witches that do this. I’ve seen this in the yoga community, where people misuse a powerful practice to numb, rather than heal. Buearocracies roll out their anti-racism agendas that amount to nothing more than a publicity stunt—it’s easy to feel like they’re doing the hard work when a shiny new poster says they are. Actual social justice is much harder and takes more work, hence it’s easy to fall back on feel-good performativity than it is to wade into the waters of genuine activism.

The real work—spiritual, social justice, relational—happens when we show up and aren’t afraid to get messy, uncomfortable, and grounded. And, yes, sometimes those spells, rituals, and social media posts help with that—as long as people don’t stop there. That’s why one of my witchy principles is that magic is a hard, gritty thing. You have to show up and do the work every day. It’s not glamorous and it doesn’t always feel good, but if you keep at it…good stuff starts happening.

Keep It Simple

So…what do we do, knowing all of this? Easy. We keep it simple. My upcoming book, Practically Pagan ~ An Alternative Guide to Magical Living, takes a practical approach to magical living. You don’t any money to perform these proverbial spells and rituals. You don’t need fancy tools or a scholarly background in the occult. You don’t even need a lot of time. All you need is a desire to conjure more magic in your life.

Put even more simply, this book and my personal practice are all about knowing that there is magic in the mundane. As the book blurb says, “It’s a less mumbling 'double double toil and trouble' over a cauldron and trouble and a more cooking a delicious soup in a beloved cast iron pot. It’s simple. It’s mundane. It’s magic!”

You won’t find love spells or hexes in this book, but you will find simple practices rooted in self-care and energetic awareness designed to help you live a more magical life. Perhaps this is what makes this book “an alternative guide” because it side-steps the hocus pocus people expect from witchy books and gets real about the hard work it takes to conjure a more magical life.

It’s a simple concept but difficult to put into practice. I’ve been marinating on this concept more recently as reviews of my latest book are rolling in. It’s a striking contrast as the reviews can be broken into two camps: the people who are upset that they didn’t get a grimoire filled with complicated spellwork and the people who utterly and completely appreciate a more practical—alternative—guide to magical living rooted in basic energetic and mystic principles with examples and tips for how those practices play out in real life.

The magic is in the repetition, the overlap between cultivating radical self-care and developing a pleasure magic practice. These things work together to form a powerful, magical whole. And yeah, on the surface that might seem boring to practitioners who want more sparkle and flair to their witchy practice, but—and I say this with a profound love of glitter and shiny things—sometimes all that sparkle is distracting you from the very real work of sweeping up a dirty floor and thinking twice about welcoming in people who always track in mud, literally and figuratively.

Oh, and that soup in your beloved cast-iron pot? That’s a comfort spell. Pointing out, as I often do in this book, that it’s harder for women of color to acknowledge that they are allowed to do less and enjoy themselves? That’s a protection spell and boundary-setting spell. It might seem like overkill to those who haven’t had to constantly assert their right to wellness and a balanced life. But to us? The repetition is part of the conjuring and an invitation to fellow people with marginalized identities to claim our right to joy, pleasure, and the magic of everyday life. No complicated spells required.

So as you go about your daily life this week, pay attention to the energy you bring to your work, your play, your relationships. Treat every action as a conjuring, every cup of tea as a potion, every word that slips from your lips as a spell. Then see where the magic takes you.

And remember, as I always say, true magic is in the everyday.

Enchantment Learning & Living is an inspirational blog celebrating life’s simple pleasures, everyday mysticism, and delectable recipes that are guaranteed to stir the kitchen witch in you. If you enjoyed what you just read and believe that true magic is in the everyday, subscribe to my newsletter below for regular doses of enchantment. Want even more inspiration? Follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter. Here’s to a magical life!

Weep, Woman, Weep eBook Release!

I am beyond excited to share my latest ebook release! Weep, Woman, Weep, available for only $2.99, is the first of many stories set in the mythical town of Sueño, New Mexico, where magic is real and the desert holds more secrets and enchantments than anyone can imagine.

This gothic fairytale, based on the Legend of La Llorona, has a special place in my heart because it not only represents my full transition into writing fiction but also because it deals with the Weeping Woman, a figure who installs fear in the hearts of most Hispanic and Latinx children. (Don’t worry, I haven’t left non-fiction behind—I’m just now more established in fiction as well!) I grew up hearing frightening tales of the woman who drowned her children in a fit of rage and then threw herself into the Rio Grande after them once she realized what a terrible crime she committed. It is said that she now roams the riverbanks weeping and looking for her lost children. Of course, the danger is when she mistakes you for one of her children and takes you down to the bottom of the river with her. Needless to say, she inspired many a sleepless night when I was younger—okay, and sometimes now!

There are so many different versions of the Weeping Woman legend, some dating back to the Aztecs and early colonization of Mexico, which you can read more about here. These are stories about the trauma of colonization, toxic patriarchy, and toxic matriarchy. Some are even about reclaiming our pre-colonized identities by framing La Llorona as a victim trying to make things right in her own way.

As you’ll see in Weep, Woman, Weep, I’ve offered my own spin on the classic urban legend. In my story, La Llorona isn’t quite so sympathetic, even if we can understand the terrible circumstances that lead her to her doom. As Mercy, the heroine of the story says, you can’t always help what happens to you, but you can choose not to pass it on. It’s the passing on of trauma that makes La Llorona a dark archetype. In my experience, there’s a twisted part of this spirit that doesn’t want anyone moving on from the violence of our collective past. She has suffered terribly, so we must suffer, too.

All I’m saying is that the night before I made this book available for preorder, I had a terrible nightmare about La Llorona. She came out of a dark swamp in the middle of a haunted forest and tried to rip me to pieces. It was clear she didn’t want me telling this story and exposing her for the bitter spirit that she is. She clawed and raged and did everything she could to rid this manuscript from my hands. In all honesty, I’m used to dreams like this—she’s been haunting me for some time. And she gets particularly angry whenever I’m doing something that brings me joy and helps me heal my own complicated relationship with my mixed-cultural heritage.

I woke up in a cold sweat but felt strangely good. La Llorona didn’t like that I dragged this dark ancestral secret into the light, so…I must be on the right track. But that’s bruja life for you—so much happing in the dream world, so much of it affecting our day-in, day-out. Just another day of breaking the chains of ancestral trauma.

Weep, Woman, Weep is particularly unique because it centers on the New Mexican mestiza experience of ancestral hauntings and the working through of toxic cultural histories. In my experience, if we don’t directly confront the traumas of our ancestral past, then we end up perpetuating those same traumas on ourselves and our communities, sometimes in ways so subtle that we are barely even aware that we are doing it. But, since this is a gothic tale, these horrors aren't so subtle.

If you are interested in learning more about ancestral hauntings and breaking the chains of generational trauma, check out my conversation with That Witch Life. And if you’re wanting to know more about my other fiction, as well as my creative process when it comes to writing stories about the ordinary gothic, check out my interview with C.M. Rosens on the Eldritch Girl podcast earlier in the year.

In the meantime, pour yourself a cup of tea, snuggle under your favorite knit blanket, and get ready to enter a world of everyday magic and the ordinary gothic. Just make sure to keep the lights on.

Advance Praise

"This is a beautifully written, affirming and emotionally rich sort of story...There’s a lot of emotional truth here, and I think anyone who has ever struggled to find their place in the world will find it a resonant read."

~ Nimue Brown (read the full review here)

“If like me you’re a fan of the unusual or gothic and haunting reads this is one to try. With a strong voice, atmospheric creepiness and powerful storytelling, it’s one to enjoy as the nights draw in and we head towards my one of my favourite times of year, Halloween.”

~ Kate Kenzie Writes (read the full review here)

Read more reviews on Goodreads and Amazon!

From the Back Cover

A compelling gothic fairytale by bruja and award-winning writer Maria DeBlassie.

The women of Sueño, New Mexico don’t know how to live a life without sorrows. That’s La Llorona’s doing. She roams the waterways looking for the next generation of girls to baptize, filling them with more tears than any woman should have to hold. And there’s not much they can do about the Weeping Woman except to avoid walking along the riverbank at night and to try to keep their sadness in check. That’s what attracts her to them: the pain and heartache that gets passed down from one generation of women to the next.

Mercy knows this, probably better than anyone. She lost her best friend to La Llorona and almost found a watery grave herself. But she survived. Only she didn’t come back quite right and she knows La Llorona won’t be satisfied until she drags the one soul that got away back to the bottom of the river.

In a battle for her life, Mercy fights to break the chains of generational trauma and reclaim her soul free from ancestral hauntings by turning to the only things that she knows can save her: plant medicine, pulp books, and the promise of a love so strong not even La Llorona can stop it from happening. What unfolds is a stunning tale of one woman’s journey into magic, healing, and rebirth.

CW: assault, domestic violence, racism, colorism

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Divine Receptivity

This summer I did perhaps the most radical and terrifying thing I’ve done in a long time: I gave myself space.  I did less—much less than I’ve been used to doing.  I let my feelings and desires dictate my actions.  If I didn’t like the way something felt, I didn’t do it.  If it brought me joy, I did more of it.  I was strict about this too, being careful to establish boundaries in areas where I’d allowed myself to become boundary-less, resisting the temptation to do more just to maintain the status quo.  Then I let myself explore the world not from the perspective of a professor or writer or even a bruja, but as the Page of Cups in the tarot.

I let go of expectations of what this second pandemic summer should look like or how my life should be unfolding.  Instead, I relearned what it means to look at the world with unblemished wonder and excitement, like the Page of Cups peering into a goblet only to find a little fish—the symbol of soul and inspiration. As the Page of Cups explores her world, she reconnects to self, to soul, to a more creative and regenerative way of being simply by tapping into her innate joyful curiosity about the world around her. I call this exploratory feeling Divine Receptivity or the art of opening yourself to the wonders of the universe.  

To be clear, that’s not the same thing as being open to everything—boundaries are important! This is especially true if you’re always in the habit of trying to feel safe, struggling to maintain healthy boundaries or both. I mean, I’m one of the few BIPOC faculty at two higher learning institutions and am only now coming to terms with the fact that so much of my energy goes into guarding against all manner of things designed to make me feel less-than or that exploit my labor.  And it’s important to establish those boundaries early and often so that I can have a better work-life balance.  But I’m also learning that I've extended that same guarded energy into my day-in, day-out life outside of higher ed, which isn’t all that healthy.

Openness is something I’ve had to relearn. Divine Receptivity is about realizing that you can be receptive to enjoyable things that are just for you and for no other purpose than that they are pleasurable. You don’t have to share them on social media or, terrible as this sounds, include others if it doesn’t bring you joy. I’ve realized, especially in this past year, that I’ve done a lot in my professional life to make others feel comfortable, but that, perhaps, it is not always my job to put people at ease or overextend myself to avoid conflict, particularly when that only enables systemic inequality.

What about my needs? My wellness?  My desire to be a human being outside of my career, much as I enjoy both teaching and writing?  Enter Divine Receptivity in which I allow myself the space and freedom to let go of burdens that are not mine to carry and open my energy to the soft, sweet possibilities of life.  I’ve relearned the fact that I don’t have to be a task-oriented worker-bee all the time.  I’m allowed to flow, I’m allowed to do less, I’m allowed to be open to experiences and things I haven’t been quite able to imagine yet.  I’m allowed to create space for new possibilities and time to simply let my mind wander.

Strangely, I’ve found that it’s a lot of work relearning how to do this. I’ve had to work through the guilt that can crop up when I’m enjoying myself—surely I should be working! Or the unexpected emotions that surface as I clear through blockages. Divine Receptivity is, in part, about allowing ourselves to safely feel what we need to feel, knowing that the universe is watching over us.  Synchronous happenings and signs will guide us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and a more joyous approach to everyday life.

So when I start feeling like should get back on that dizzying merry-go-round of fast living, I take a deep breath, let those thoughts settle, and think about the quiet wonders I’ve been able to enjoy this summer, wonders I haven’t always created space for in the past.  Like last night, I sat on my patio and watched the sun set.  It stained the Sandia mountains a lusty orange and the clouds behind it a blushing pink.  My familiar sat in my lap.  We soaked in the soft hush of the evening and let the desert air wash over us.  

This morning, I watched the birds—finches, doves, sparrows, swallows—flit and swoop and flirt their way through their breakfasts as I weeded my garden.  I let the gentle music of growing things soften my heart and soothe my soul.  In that moment, I was whole.

For the first time in a long time, I’m relearning what truly makes me happy, thanks to Divine Receptivity.  What new ways of being will you open yourself up to?

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Easing into Post-Pandemic Life

I’ve gotten into a delightful habit this summer of writing on my patio.  It’s a lovely little spot that I’ve turned into a potted herb garden, complete with a vermicompost bin, hand-painted patio furniture, and a beautiful view of a courtyard oasis.  Today, the finches sing around me, the hint of rain is in the air, and my familiar sits in my lap, content to birdwatch and nap.

This is one way I’m learning to feel safe beyond the perimeter of my apartment, silly as it sounds.  I’m getting used to not needing a mask to go out there, getting used to fresh air, and generally getting used to the idea that I can be more mobile now that I’m vaccinated.  Something as simple as using my patio far more frequently than I did last summer, at the height of the pandemic, is something that helps me slowly reorient to how things will be moving forward.

A few weeks after starting this ritual, I made my first masked foray back to my favorite local co-op. Honestly? I could have cried at how wonderful it was to slowly peruse grocery shelves knowing that everyone there was vaccinated and still taking the pandemic seriously.  It was a far cry from frantic shopping and the empty shelves from this time last year.  

I was shocked, in fact, at the profound quiet joy I took in visiting beloved spaces, from the store, to the garden center, to my local diner once I finally worked up the courage to pick up some takeout. I don’t think I realized how much I missed certain things while surviving the past year.  

As an introvert and empath, I’m a natural homebody and much of my energy this past year went into focusing on the comforts of home while keeping my community safe, a true privilege I know.  But I’m now realizing that I didn’t completely let myself feel how much I missed various things because it would have been too painful to process in the midst of an already difficult year.  Instead, I channeled all my energy into living a cottagecore hobbit life and using it as an opportunity to get real about what I wanted my life to be like moving forward.

As with so many other people, I now find myself struggling to reorient myself to our new reality.  This past year has been such a strange mix of seeing a number of groups not taking the pandemic seriously on the one hand, and, on the other, hearing daily of others sufferingly greatly from it.  The thought of running a simple errand felt terrifying for the longest time.  And yet, I knew I couldn’t stay forever in my cozy sanctuary, however tempting.

Post-Vaccine Inertia 

I’m not the only person navigating what some have called the post-vaccine inertia or feel that mask-wearing should still be something that is normalized moving forward, especially in this next year.  It’s impossible to think that we can easily slip into a normal routine without questions of safety and stability running through our minds.  And yet, there’s also a sense of hope and quiet appreciation for the things we’ve taken for granted, like the simple act of chatting with strangers in a cafe or just feeling safe being around other people.

In fact, many people are speculating that this will be the summer of love, which I wholeheartedly endorse (as long as people are doing so safely, of course!).  If this pandemic has taught us anything, it’s that our fundamental humanity, our need to connect with others and enjoy intimate relationships of all kinds, is one of the most sacred and beautiful aspects of life.  I, for one, have realized that I want to be less about work and more about my personal life moving forward.  The things we accomplish in life mean nothing if we don’t have kindred spirits to share them with.  

As I mull all this over, I find myself wondering about the future:

• Where have I been and where am I going?

• What do I want to bring into the future with me?

• What do I want to leave behind?

• Who do I want to welcome into my life?

I suppose these are the kind of questions we all ask after experiencing a trauma. 

Moving Forward 

I don’t have the all answers to the above questions, but I’m slowly getting there.  And I certainly don’t know how to best ease into post-pandemic life, though I’m trying my hardest there, too.  How do we move on without forgetting or dismissing the pain of the last year?  How do we create room for joy and expansion in the face of sorrow?  More questions I continue to marinate on.   Here are a few things I’ve discovered, however, in my own journey into a better way of living:

It’s not over yet. Don’t feel like you have to rush back to what was normal in the past. There’s no such thing, anymore.  What’s more, the pandemic isn’t over yet, so it’s okay to proceed with caution. 

Go slow and listen to the energy.  Speaking of proceeding with caution, it’s okay to go slow as you figure out what feels safe and healthy for you moving forward.  I’ve tried to return to some places and the vibe just feels weird on unsafe, so I don’t go back.  It’s either not my space anymore or it’s not safe for me to be there right now.  Other times, it’s felt like reconnecting with dear loved ones—those are the communities I feel safe returning to.

Know your boundaries. I’ve a lot of friends who have contacted me to hang out.  Honestly?  I’m not there yet.  It feels too strange to meet up with a group of people, albeit a small group.  I’m still trying to figure out how to feel safe doing simple daily activities, let alone adding more people—read: variables—into my life.  Most people understand this, as they’re figuring out what works for them too.  Those that don’t…do you really want that kind of energy in your life?  Just sayin’.

Find joy where you have it.  This year hasn’t been easy and we’re not out of the woods yet.  We don’t know how the variants will affect things or how long it will take for the pandemic to fully end (my guess is likely another year).  Still, that doesn’t mean that you can’t find joy in the process of relearning your communities and getting real about what you want to manifest moving forward in your life.  

So much has changed in this past year.  It’s important to hold space for that and know that this liminal time is all about conjuring a deeper way of connecting with self and others.  As you ease into post-pandemic life, focus on what brings you the most joy, stability, and sense of well-being—and be content with the process of learning what those things mean to you moving forward. That’s all any of us can do!

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Kitchen Sink Dumplings

You’ve probably noticed, dear readers, that I’ve been a little slower getting out regular blogs and newsletters these past few months. That’s because I’ve been cleaning up my website and social media accounts (in addition to dealing with all that is pandemic life, of course). I’ve had a lot of fun cleaning up my website, in particular, because it’s shown me just how far I’ve come since I started blogging eight years ago. Plus, I’ve found a few blog posts that I meant to post but forgot about. Oops!

Take this one I wrote on making kitchen sink dumplings back in 2018. I know! I wrote it three years ago (or three hundred if we are measuring it in pandemic years) for my year of buying, using, and wasting less. Truth be told those are things I haven’t been as great about this past year as we’ve all had to prioritize safety over sustainability. I hope to one day soon get back to doing my own grocery shopping using my own produce and canvas bags instead of relying on delivery and plastic packaging, even as I understand the importance of not doing those things right now. Safety first!

Still, this recipe strikes me as a great one for stay-at-home life. It helps you utilize whatever you have in your kitchen without needing to run an extra errand or have another order delivered. It’s also a soothing meditation for when you have a whole afternoon at home and want to relax in the kitchen. Plus, it’s pretty tasty! Check out my three-year-old musings below for the recipe.

Original Post

When it comes to reducing waste, I've learned to get creative with food scraps. All those odds and ends--from a tiny wedge of cheese to the handful of shredded cabbage and the half a celery stick--are easily forgotten after a trip to the grocery store. Usually, those scraps end up in my compost, but lately, I've been trying to make sure I use everything.

Enter this Kitchen Sink Dumpling recipe adapted from The Woks of Life's veggie dumplings recipe.  This has become one of my go-to recipes for when I have more greens than I know what to do with. A handful of spinach, a bushel of kale, that half a cabbage head...it all works well for this dish! If you're like me and have a lot of greens in your fridge, then this is the dish for you. It works especially well for wilted greens or any veggie past its prime (I've been known to sneak in a half a bell pepper and few soft carrots into the mix).  

What I love about this recipe is that it includes homemade wrappers--perfect for a lady trying to limit her consumption of packaged goods.  Don't be scared off by this either. Like all my favorite recipes, it is SO darn easy! These also make delicious egg rolls; all you have to do is make the wraps bigger. I like to make a big batch and then freeze them for healthy quick lunches or dinners. It beats takeout, hands down. 

It should be mentioned here that I am no expert in dumpling making, but I like to think I make decent haphazard ones using a pizza cutter and some ravioli-making know-how. The sauce, too, is a little creation I've made over the years that mimics the flavor of soy sauce, rice vinegar and chile...I just use what I have on hand (usually liquid amino acids, apple cider vinegar, and some sort of chile paste) to avoid buying too many ingredients I may only use a time or two then forget about. Use what you have and feel free to sub ingredients as needed.

Ingredients

For the Wrappers:

1 1/2 cup flour

1/2 cup water

For the Filling:

1 inch ginger, minced

1 garlic clove, minced

1 sweet onion, minced

2 carrots, shredded

2 cups greens of choice, shredded

1 tsp chile pepper flakes

salt to taste

For sauce:

1 tablespoon liquid amino acids or soy sauce

1 tablespoon white rice vinegar or apple cider vinegar

1/2 tablespoon chile paste

For the wrappers, mix flour and water in bowl until dough forms (you may end up needing to add a little more water). Let sit for an hour.

In the meantime, heat oil in a large saucepan on medium. Add ginger, garlic, chile flakes and onions and cook until translucent, about 5-10 minutes. Add remaining ingredients and simmer, stirring every few minutes, until greens are cooked through, roughly 10-15 minutes.  Add salt to taste.  Remove from heat and let cool, about 30 minutes. Once mixture is cool, blend either using an immersion blender or food processor, until ingredients are paste-like. This makes sure that each dumpling is more or less uniform in flavor (I'm not yet good enough at dumpling-making to make them uniform in shape!)

To make the dumplings, roll out half of the wrapper dough on a lightly floured surface. Run pizza cutter or knife through dough so that you have roughly 2 in. x 2 in. squares. Place a heaping tablespoon of filling in each square and then gather the wrapper's edges together. I like to fold mine into triangles and then crimp the edges. Repeat until you've used up all your ingredients. 

To cook, heat 2 tablespoons of oil on medium in skillet and cook dumplings for two minutes, flipped halfway to brown the other side.  For sauce, mix room temperature ingredients in mason jar and shake until combined. Serve with rice and pickled veggies (picture here), topped with scallions, or on their own. 

Makes roughly 2 dozen. Enjoy!

Enchantment Learning & Living is an inspirational collection of musings touching on life’s simple pleasures, everyday enchantments, and delectable recipes that will guarantee to stir the kitchen witch in you.  If you enjoyed what you just read and believe that true magic is the everyday, subscribe here.

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