wounded healer, hedgewitch and shaman: a rook of all trades

Minor Goddess of All the Things


My son asked me this morning if I could choose a superpower what it would be. Well, that’s a tough question isn’t it? Wouldn’t we all love to have a handful of those super cool heroic powers such as flying, teleportation, or good fortune? It’s hard to just pick one.

Later that morning as I’m sitting at my craft table finishing up my latest project and I’m thinking about how super grateful I am to a bunch of people for giving me the skills I have I realized that my super power isn’t being awesome at one thing, it’s being good at a bunch of stuff.

Minor Goddess of All the Things.

That’s me.

My friend rolls her eyes good-naturedly when I pull out the latest item needed in a project. I’m not a hoarder (yet) but when it comes to projects I’ve likely got something to get started. Rug Hooking? Here’s a frame—Knitting? Don’t even with me–! Beading? Okay. Don’t touch those—I’ve got a plan for those! Sewing? Which machine do you want to use?

And that’s just getting started on the crafty stuff. We’ve got a whole house full of witch-y or shamanism items; stones, books (books and more books), bones, doodads, charms, tools, etc. Then there’s the Herbalism supplies. Wanna make a tincture?

So I guess that’s my superpower. I like to try it all and I like to share this love of stuff with my friends.

Not a bad power to have.


Good Harvest

“One kind word can warm three winter months”

–a Japanese proverb

Yule is known as the longest night of the year and is celebrated on the days immediately surrounding December 21. It is also known as the winter solstice and marks the beginning of the new solar year and the ending of the old. The event is celebrated as a cycle of never ending birth, death, and rebirth. Fires are lit to symbolically give strength to the sun and encourage its return.

During this darkest time of the year, the sun is reborn. Take the time to reflect. It is the perfect time to let go of old patterns, renew hope, and seek new inspiration.

The winter solstice is a time of reflection, a time to find that spark of light needed to carry on till spring. Some of the tools I have chosen for myself include semi-precious stones, rune symbols, and poetry.

Some of the more traditional semi-precious stones chosen for the winter solstice include ruby, obsidian and serpentine; however this witch found herself drawn to the uncommon stone: Astrophyllite.


This darkly faceted stone immediately calls to mind the juxtaposition of the light shining through the darkness which is perfect for this time of year. Astrophyllite’s name comes from the Greek words astron meaning “star” and phyllon meaning “leaf”. It encourages deep personal reflection and helps to find true purpose. It grounds, protects, and calms.


I have been drawing the Jera rune on many of my craft projects for this season. The meaning of Jera is for culmination of a fruitful season, the cyclical pattern of the universe; prosperity. I imagine the end of the cycle of seasons as I draw or carve this image.

Those are some of my offerings this cold, damp, winter. Use them as you will to keep yourself and your loved ones warm.

“This is the solstice, the still point

Of the sun, its cusp and midnight,

The year’s threshold

And unlocking, where the past

Lets go of and becomes the future;

The place of caught breath, the door

Of vanished house left ajar”

Margaret Atwood   


I did a journey to the Upper World with my spirit guide. We met with Nokomis and I asked her if she would help heal me. She stuck one of her owl feathers in my heart. Continuing to surround my heart with the feathers, my inner heart became a mirrored bowl that shone her white light. She blew wisdom into it.3f3f6f748f0dabd349fb108192dc0941

Then Morrigan appeared and drew blood from herself to fill it; Brighid grew vines around it for fertility and protection.

I thanked them. My spirit guide and I flew back down to the Middle world swiftly and became a ball of flame. I was a phoenix reborn.

Helping Hand

I was putting together a Kinnikinnick blend for my pipe and the only herb I was missing was Uva Ursi, or Bear berry. I’m in the middle of preparing for a move and half of my stuff is packed up. I was doubtful that I would find what I was looking for but I thought I would stick my head in one of the bags where I had my herbs packed away. I literally put my hand in and drew out the bag marked Uva Usi. If that’s not guidance I don’t know what is. Thank you spirits!

Uva Ursi – Bear berry

Old man

I’m so excited that I received my first pipe in the mail yesterday from Lakota Creations. I introduced it to my space in what I hoped was a sacred manner. I found a perfect hand woven bag for its home. I offered smoke to the directions and to the ancestors and asked to be helped on my path.

That night I drempt that I was speaking with an older gentleman in a museum type atmosphere. He showed me his collection of antique and ancient pipes. He was pleased with my enthusiasm.

I’ll take that as a sign that the ancestors are happy with my offering.

Animal Bones


I had a mostly sleepless night interspersed with vivid dreaming. In one of the dreams I found myself staring up in the rafters of wherever I was and seeing this great artful form made of an animal carcass. I had the intuition that someone had made it for me. I wasn’t sure what to think about it. It didn’t look like anything in particular; a large piece of sweeping sinews it nevertheless held a kind of creepy beauty to it. As I continued along I found hundreds of little origami creatures waiting for me with their own wild sentience.

Heyoka Moon

Today is the July Full Moon. As the Romans named the months in their calendar, others have marked the passage of time with the recognition of natural phenomenon. In North America, July is the month when summer crops such as corn begin to ripen for the harvest. It is understandable then that the Indigenous Peoples used corn as a marker in tracking the wheel of the year. Many ancient cultures followed the passage of time by moon phase. The importance of the lunar calendar is recognized by Farmers worldwide as the moon has such a strong influence on the planting and harvesting of important crops.

The July Moon became known to some as the Ripe Corn Moon, or the Hay Moon depending on the locale, the weather, or significant seasonal activities.

For me, I plan to personally refer to this moon henceforth as the Heyoka Moon. Why you ask? Let’s just say I started my day with an otherwise well-adjusted toddler peeing in the cat food bowl. It went downhill from there. In the twenty four hours of the full moon proper I witnessed him poop on the living-room floor, three feet from his potty; pee in the much maligned cat food bowl; grab and lock my hand as I poured him a cup of apple-juice which resulted in a counter of juice instead (and a spontaneous time-out nap in which I had to drag his screaming carcass via ankle to his bedroom). If you have a child that does this sort of thing on a regular basis, I tip my proverbial hat to you because this mommy would need a rubber room installed in her basement. As it is, daddy will be picking up the Creature-Formerly-Known-As-My Child tonight for his allotted weekend. Only I know that he’ll be leaving with Eris-Incarnate.

Enjoy your weekend! I know I will! 🙂

Disclaimer – The Hedge is often host to spontaneous Heyoka sightings. Be forewarned.

A dream within a dream

See if you can follow this one:

I dreamt that I was dreaming I was having a conversation with a Shaman. In my dream I woke up and I could remember what was said and how vivid everything was. I wanted to write it down before I forgot, especially the part about the conversation because it was very powerful. Then I woke up for real and I couldn’t remember the details! The only thing I can recall now is that the Shaman told me something about my name.


I dreamt that I opened my front door and looked out to see all these fat yellow honey bees flying around my yard. It was a bright and shiny summer day and the atmosphere was pleasant and sleepy. The next day, I was getting a drive to work and my father-in-law suddenly said, “Have you heard about the bees disappearing?” I was reminded of my dream and said that I hadn’t. Apparently he informed me that bees were dying off and no one could find out why. So later on I looked on the Internet and read an article about the fact that honey farmers were finding empty bee colonies everywhere. It’s very alarming when you realize that if the bees all die off, that means flowers and fruit can’t be pollinated and won’t be able to reproduce. It could mean some severe repercussions for the planet. All this in the wake of a dream about bees. I couldn’t help thinking that the bee spirits were trying to tell me something. I think I will plant lots of bee-attracting flowers to honor them. Blessed Bee! 😛

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