Tarot spread

Yesterday evening I did a tarot spread for my self. It’s not often I do tarot spreads for my self, it is so easy to put my own feelings in to it. It is hard to be objective when it comes to my self. But yesterday I did an exception and did a spread that I call “The tree of life”. It is one of my absolute favorites and works well on most problem. Yesterday I was feeling a bit lost in the love department, it hasn’t been a good year for love in my life. I thought I would share my spread whit you. I used the Osho Zen deck as usual and this is the spread I used:

1 = What you need to learn.
2 = Which challenges you need to face.
3 = What is influencing you at the moment.
4 = What will help you.
5 = Warnings.
6 = What you need to let go / sacrifice.
7 = The result of your goal.

This is the cards I drew:

1: The empress – I need to learn to be more active, to take charge and not be passive. If I want to find love I need to realize that it is an active process and I can’t just wait for it to happen.

2: 10 of Coins – There will be money issues that will take my focus of love and there is a risk that my problem will make me isolate myself from others.

3: The hermit – I need some alone time to work through some issues. I am not ready for love at the moment.

4: Page of Coins – Sometimes the search is more important than the goal. It is important that I take the time to find my own path and look at it like an adventure. Dating is just as fun as the relationship so I need to enjoy the ride.

5: 7 of Rods: I need to relax and don’t stress about love. If I get obsessed and stressed it will not come to me. In time the path that leads me right will appear.

6: The wheel of fortune- I need to let go of the idea that life is like a fairy tale, love will not appear on my doorstep just because it is meant to be. Faith can only take you so fare, I need to do a bit of leg work.

7: Page of Rods: There is romance in the future, but in the near future maybe not “The One”. It is okay to just have fun and take it one day at the time, not all relationships are meant to last forever but they can still be important parts of your life.

That’s my reading, if any of you see it different please let me know.

Published in: on February 14, 2012 at 10:36  Leave a Comment  
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Tarotcard of the week

I’ts time to get this blog, and my studdy of my tarot deck, started. So I’ll try to do a description of one tarot card a week starting today. I’ll be using the Osho Zen deck, which I love! To days card is:

3 of cups

Traditional significance: It often indicats an upcoming feast or celebration of some kind, but can also stand for emotional victories and a group of people who feel affection or friendship for each other. Associated with happiness and success, positive closure and abundance but also with healing and relief. In a spread about work this card tends to show that the atmosphere at work is good and that your team works well together. In a concept of love, it may indicate that the best chance to find love at a party, or if you have a partner; to an approaching wedding, or at least that the relationship is entering a new, positive, phase. In an economic spread the 3 of cups stands for achieved financial targets and that it is time to take the opportunity to enjoy the good economy.

Osho Zen sense: The card reminds us that there is always something to celebrate. Life is joy, sorrow and depessionen are human inventions. When did you last see a depressed flower? The card shows that it is important that we are not so wise that it distract us from our joy.

How do I interpret the card: I must start by saying that I really love this tarot deck. The cards talk to me with their beautiful pictures. This is a card that for me is about joy and the positive in life. When I get it in a spread, I am always happy because even if a period of one’s life begins to draw to an end, there will be a positive change, something good is waiting around the corner. If it has been a ‘dark’ spread this card brightens it and gives hope. The picture on the card reminds me that there’s so much we can celebrate that we don’t, that it is useful to change the way you look at the world to find happiness where you thought that it did not exist. The three women dancing and celebrating although the rain is pouring down and it looks windy. They are barefoot when they splash around in puddles. But they smile and look so happy. How often do we celebrate the rain, instead of complaining about it? I remember the hot summer months when the rain finally comes after you’ve been longing for it for weeks.Water barrels in the garden is filled again so that the vegetables in the garden can once again be watered.  It reminds us that very few things in life are just negative, it is our own view of things that cause them to become either the things we complain about or things we celebrate. 3 of the cup reminds us to take an extra look at the world and find the joys in life that we can and celebrate them as if they were wedding parties.

Published in: on February 13, 2012 at 12:33  Leave a Comment  
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Hyssop

 

Is sometimes called the Lavender of Norrland  because it has a similar growth habit but is hardy farther up the country than lavender. A beautiful plant that is almost as useful as lavender. They used hyssop to cleanse the temple and to purify the hospital for lepers in ancient Greece. Is planted with cabbages to confuse the Cabbage Butterfly. It is used as expectorant and against bruises and wounds. Is also said to help whit arthritis. However, one should avoid it if you are pregnant or have epilepsy.

Recipes and home remedies

Hyssoptea

Add 2 teaspoons of dried hyssop in a tea strainer and place in a cup. Pour in boiling water and letstand for 5 min. Season possibly with a little honey. Is expectorant and can help with asthma symptoms. Also good for indigestion and flatulence.

Hyssop warmwrapping

Take about 2 cups fresh or dried and soaked hyssop leafs. Boil together with a few tablespoons of water into a porridge. Let cool slightly and put it in a towel that folds into a “cushion”. The cushion is placed on the affected area. Helps against bruises, wounds and rheumatism.
Hyssop steam

Take a large bowl or pot. Pour about 2 tbsp dried hyssop and about 2 cups of boiling water in to the bowl. Let stand for 5-10 minutes. Then pour in plenty of boiling water. Lean over the bowl with a towel over your head that keeps the steam in. Breathe in as much steam as you can. Can help treat asthma, tightchest and coughing.

Hyssop in magic

Mainly is used for cleansing in magic. Drip a few drops of essential oil of hyssop in to bath water for a purifying bath. Use the tea recipe above, but let the tea cool and then use water to cleansing the home or object. Burn dried hyssop to cleanse the home and the air.

Published in: on August 4, 2011 at 18:07  Leave a Comment  
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Lammas

Yesterday I celebrated Lammas, the first harvest feast. I alwaystry to eat home-grown food this day. Among other things yesterday I ate  the very good summer soup, a thickened soup with fresh carrots and peas, and I thought I would share the recipie whit you.

Summer soup


Fresh peas and carrots (it works with frozen peas, but the taste is not the same)

Water

2 vegetable stock cubes per 2.5 cups water

Milk, twice as much as water

3 tablespoons flour to 2.5 cups water

Pick carrots and peas.

Clean and rinse the peas and carrots  and chop the carrots in to smaler pices. Place in a saucepan and add water until it barely covers the vegetables and add the broth.

Boil for 20-30 minutes or until vegetables are tender. Mix the flour with a little cold milk. Add the remaining milk to the soup and add a little flour and milk mixture. Let boil for a while and add more of the mixture if the soup is too thin. It should be creamy but not as a stew.

Serve immediately, preferably with hard bread and pickles.

Published in: on August 2, 2011 at 17:31  Leave a Comment  
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A day to breath

Today the weather was beautiful and the day invited to take a break and just enjoy oneself. Sometimes you have to listen to that inner voice so I took a day in the garden and just had fun. I took the opportunity to measure the spot where I want my herb garden. It ended up a little bit larger than I had thought initially, but when you’re doing something you might as well do it properly, that’s my philosophy. When everything was measured, I sat in the shade with a glass of homemade lemonade and looked through my books and made a list of the herbs I want. When I had the steam gong, I brought paper, pencil and ruler out and made a sketch. The result:

 

I would like it to be surrounded by willow fence, and the path should be done whit gravel. It’s the plan anyway. The idea is that this will be my long term project in the garden that will last for a few years before I have managed at all. To get some perspective on the picture, I can say that path will be 1 meter wide and the flowerbeds 1.5 meters.

Published in: on July 31, 2011 at 18:21  Leave a Comment  
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Häxa or witch?

Today’s post will become very philosophical, I just want to forewarn.

A discussion I had on a forum made ​​me think, the really good discussions have often that effect on me. The discussion ended up being about the words häxa (swedish for witch) and witch, and if they hav the same meaning. I have noticed that there are many in Sweden as opposed to call themselves a häxa just because you work with magic.They believe that there are a clearer definition of what a häxa is. She must meet certain requirements, like to be able to switch to an animal port (that is, transform into an animal). Here’s an article on the subject.

The English word witch does not seem to have the same ,let’s call it limitations. A witch is simply someone who practice magic in any form. Which would mean that one can be a witch, yet not be a häxa. Whichsounds strange.

But if “we can’t  be” häxor, is there another word we can use. Or should we simply be content to be Wicca?

The oldest explanation for häxa I have been able to find is from 1681 when Werelius describes it as: “Hexa is a Woman, and ordinarily it is strong and tough through witchcraft.”

It would fit quite well into a Wicca, I believe. In the end, it is perhaps what you feel comfortable using that is important. But Iwould welcome your views on the matter. Do you call your witch, or häxa, and if so why / why not?

Published in: on July 30, 2011 at 19:03  Leave a Comment  
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Teddy

I am going to dedicate this post to Teddy, my beloved cat and cohabitant. His full name is Teddy Örjan Urentino vom Ottenthal (not a bad name for a cat). Each of the name has a story. The first, Teddy, is the name I gave him when he came to me. He was just over two years at the time and all I could think of was that he looked exactly like the teddy bear that my uncle had when he was little. So Teddy it was. Örjan was his name before he came to me. I refused to call him that, it did not suit him (for those who don’t know much about Swedish names, Örjan is an old man’s name) . He did not listen to that name but he listens to Teddy. Urentino vom Ottenthal comes from his breeder and that is the name shown on his pedigree.

Teddy is a Selkirk Rex, a fairly rare breed here in Sweden. So unusual that most breeders choose to import at least one cat to broaden the gene pool . Teddy is from Germany originally and came to Sweden when he was a little over a year. Since he did not like his new home, he came to me. He is chocolate brown, with amber eyes. Like most Selkrik Rex, he is curly. He has participated in a couple of shows and always been very highly praised by the judges.

He is a bit funny my cat and have a lot of idiosyncrasies. He does not like strangers,  he hides, or sneak around and stare at them. But all that has been in the house for more than ten minutes he counts as a family and then he can sit in your lap and purr all day long. Well most anyway. For my best friend it took almost two and a half years before he could sit in her lap. She was for a long time enemy number one. But now it seems even she can be reasonably accepted.

Teddy is lazy, there’s no better way to pass the time than to lie down to sleep in one of his many favorite places. Among those are; the closet (both upstairs and downstairs), my bed, window seat in the kitchen, her basket in the living room and the absolute favorite spot, my lap. When he sleeps, he snores loudly.When he had just came to me I woke up one night and was convinced that there were a strange man who was sleeping in my apartment. It turned out to be Teddy lying on the couch, snoring. He won’t meow like other cats. He looks into your eyes and open his mouth, that’s all. It’s only in an absolute emergency that he actually meows, like when I have forgotten to give him his afternoon snack on time.

Teddy is also a coward. Anything larger than a butterfly is dangerous and must be avoided as long as they are not separated by a window, and even then you should make your self as small as possible if there is a blue tit outside. Even things that are smaller than a butterfly one should be vigilant of and to be on the safe side, he does not chase anything, not even stuffed mice. All tough this is his second major interest, to sit in the window and watch the world outside. In the summer he is out with me in a harness. Because he is fertile he can’t not come and go as he pleases. But this fall that will hopefully change.

Last but not least, Teddy is a mothers boy. He prefer to sit on my lap or on my shoulder. If I’ve been away for a few days and let my mom baby-sit him, he won’t let me out of sight even to go to the bathroom. As I said, he doesn’t play like other cats, but he likes to play peekaboo. He sits on one side of a wall, right at the door, and I stand on the other side. I’ll stick my head out, look him in the eye and say “peekaboo” and then pull back. If I stop, he sticks his head out and look into my eyes and open his mouth in a “silent meow” kind of like saying peekaboo.

There’s no way around it, I love my cat. He and I understand each other and enjoy each others company. He matches me perfectly, he is as lazy, cuddly, and just as fond of the garden as I am. In addition, he’s the sweetest cat I’ve ever seen.

Published in: on July 29, 2011 at 19:47  Leave a Comment  

Rain

This morning I braved the rain and took a round to the trashcan, such things must be managed even if it rains. The neighbor was out with the dogs and asked pleasantly if I had been able to sleep last night. A strange question I thought but replied cheerfully that I rarely have problems with that particular issue. He then told me that he had not slept for many hours because of the roaring thunder. I had not heard a thing, snoring away through all the noise. Not that I’m surprised, I could sleep my way through World War III. But sometimes, like now, I feel a robed by my ability.
The thing is that I love a proper storm. As rain pattered on the plastic roof over the patio, thunder make the windows rattle and lightning lights up the world in intense moments of light. Then I sit and cuddle and watch the spectacle with admiration. Not that I don’t respect the forces let loose during the storm. I have great respect for the flash, my grandmother’s brother was killed by lightning many years ago which meant that my grandmother was careful to make sure she told me what could happen. But of course you have to admire nature at such moments. It shows how powerful and intense it is. It will be a reminder of how little we actually can control.
But it’s not just thunder and lightning I appreciate. I’m a rain person, I like when it rains. Rain is calming and quiet rewarding to me. Sure, I’m a bit unhappy if it rains for weeks, but after a few days of sun then I’m happy when the rain comes again. Moreover, there are several benefits of the rain. You do not have to water the garden, water barrels are filled again so I don’t have to use the water hose the next time I need water, you do not have to feel guilty when you stay inside, potter around, instead of being out and enjoy the sun. To strengthen my love to rain even more, when it rains you avoid the worst heat. I admit that I am not so much for really hot days. A summer day, with 20-22 degrees Celsius and a slight breeze, it’s nice. But if it is gets any warmer I wilt like a carrot without water. I feel better, both in body and soul, when it is a bit more reasonable temperatures.
One would think that I would be a Pisces or Cancer that is controlled by water. But the truth is that I am a Taurus and is controlled by the earth. Actually, I am a very typical ox; calm, practical, grounded, patient, stubborn, lazy, and quite dominant when I want to. I take most things with calmness and not one can not angry me in a hurry, but when I get angry, I get really pissed of. But it tends to move on quickly.
Despite of this I have always been fascinated by water of all kinds. And I guess I will continue to sigh whit happiness when I wake up and realize that it’s raining outside.

Published in: on July 29, 2011 at 18:24  Leave a Comment  
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Cherries

As I said yesterday, the cherry trees have completely taken over one of the slopes that exist in the garden. The reason for it is years of neglect, when I moved in here they had not been trimmed in years. They were allowed to grow freely. Unfortunately, I have not exactly prioritized the cherry trees so they have continued to grow in the same way. This has meant that the slope is now full cherry trees in all different sizes and shapes. Oblivious to this abuse the trees bear fruit faithfully and this year they really put in a higher gear. Now I have cherries so that I start to run out of ideas what to do with them.
I am of the school that you should take advantage of what you get from nature. I like to make jam and juice (and then eat and drink it up) and try to take advantage of most of what’s in the garden. To let the berries remain unused gives me a guilty conscience, it is like throwing away a small fortune.
But now I picked cherries for a week and it is barely visible in the trees. Those sitting in the top of the trees will remain. They are for the birds and other animals to feast on.

Now I have cherries in rum, cherry jam, cherry juice and frozen in 14 boxes and the neighbors and relatives have gotten some. Besides that, I have eaten spit cream (cream made from cherry with stone) as often as I can. Not that I suffer, I happen to be childishly fond of spitting cream and my thought is that those 14 boxes of cherries will be made to cream in the winter. But as I said, the imagination is starting to run short. But I guess you should not complain.
That said, I like cherries. The cherries get that lovely deep red color, reminiscent of rubies and royal red robes. When I stand outside under the trees, picking the red berries, I can almost taste the pancakes with cherry jam, or cake with rumcerries and whipped cream. In a few days the juice is reedy to taste. The rumcherries will take a month more before they are ready. Most delicious is if you can keep hands off it until December. But one should not hope too much.
As a conclusion, I will put up a bunch of pictures showing my red gold. Some day I will include some fun cherry recipes. Have a great day.

Published in: on July 29, 2011 at 18:07  Leave a Comment  
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The beginning

Everything has got to start somewhere and also this adventure. A good start I think, is to introduce myself and the idea with this blog.
My name is Lina and I live between Hjo and Skövde in a sweet little cottage in the countryside. I am an archaeologist, but I am studding right now to be a system analyst. Mainly because of the tremendous lack of good archaeological work. Archaeology will always be my passion and when you ask what I do for a living my first impulse is always to say that I am an archaeologist. But computer scientists are also a very good fit for me. I feel like a fish in water.
My house is not big, around 90 sqm. The oldest parts are from the mid-1800s and has been built and rebuilt at various times. This has given the house a very charming appearance both inside and out. The ceiling height varies from 185 to 250 cm, walls don not join at right angles, and the door between the kitchen and living room measuring 170 x 65 cm. Since everything that is going in to the living room and the bathroom has to pass through this door, it has put restrictions on what washing machine to buy, if the sofa can go into and so on.Which is a big part of the charm of living in an older house.
The cottage has an approximately 3000-square-meter garden. Quite enough for my needs and the work I want to put in to it.Sometimes I pray that the grass would turn in to pebbles, more specifically on the occasions when all the grass needs to be cut. But mostly, I am quite fond of my garden. I really love to work in the garden. Though I am a crafts person in the heart and soul. I like to use my hands and is creative. I work with wood and paper, knitting, sewing and painting. Wherever my creative side have an outlet. But now I have got off-topic. The garden is divided into two parts. The two parts are split by a small road that were used to get out on the road leading into the village. The road has not been used in a couple of years apart from when it comes so many people that they do not have room to park in the small parking lot that is in front of the house. This has made the road more or less over grown, but you can see traces of it and it will forever divide the garden in the inner and the outer part. When we bought the place a few years ago, the garden was hugely neglected. It was late in August and no one had cut the grass during the summer. The trees had not been pruned for several years and the cherry trees had completely taken over the slope. The flowerbeds were grown over by weeds and bushes had grown in all directions. Even now, almost four years later, I haven’t caught up. Cherry trees are still reign as absolute ruler of the slopes and some parts of the garden is overwhelmed by ground elder.
Much of what I’m doing in life and in the house and garden, is influenced by my faith. About ten years ago I found Wicca, and it fitted me like a glove. Since then I have studied, practiced and lived with wicca. And all this is what the blog will be about. It’s about my life. It will follow the seasons so in the summer you can expect to find much about the garden and how to make jam and juice . In winter, it will probably be more crafts emphasized. This will all be mixed up with my thoughts and observations.
I hope this will be a fun experience for both you and for me, I look forward to it.

Published in: on July 29, 2011 at 17:35  Leave a Comment