Ten of Pentacles

Ten of Pentacles – Goddess Tarot deck (K. Waldherr)

A dark haired, pretty young woman sits on the grass in front of a painting or drawing of the lotus blossom, which graces the pentacles in this deck. Above her arch 8 pentacle coins. The grass is green, the sky is clear. The card looks introspective to me.

The booklet says developing talents or skills, fair payment for hard work, arts/crafts.
reverse: avoiding work, unhappiness with money received for work put out, need to adjust to balance.

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three of staves, goddess tarot deck (by k. waldherr) —

blond woman with flowing wavy hair staring out at the sea and an expansive sky. to her left, right, and at her right shoulder are staves. Her hands touches the stave at the farthest right. it feels melancholy to me.

the book says: an enterprise about to accumulate in success. the ability to transform goals into realistic action. reversed: ambitious plans which may not be grounded in reality. a frustrating delay in receiving success.

Mabon — The Autumnal Equinox

Mabon, the Autumnal Equinox, is always a Sabbat that is special to me. It’s the first Sabbat I ever celebrated, so it’s like an “anniversary” to me. Every Mabon marks one complete turn of the Wheel of the Year since I began my journey in the Craft. This year marked my third Mabon. It feels like no time at all has passed, and I’m still learning all the time and deciding what I think, feel, believe, and want to do — but I’ve grown so much since that first Sabbat. It feels simultaneously as if a thousand years and none at all have passed.

This year I celebrated with my sister and my friend S, both of whom are my “students”. Together we are our own little makeshift coven — and it’s nice to have such a thing. We had a bonfire in S’s firepit, a lovely meal, mulled cider, and we made holy water because of the Full Moon. It was really nice to have a Sabbat and an Esbat coincide like that! Our ritual focused on balance and thankfulness. I think we all needed the time out we took for it.

I think everyone’s favourite part was the toast — I wrote the ritual, and I wrote three toasts in. One to the Earth and its seasons, one to the Goddess, and one to the God. Everyone cheered when I raised the mug of hot, spicy cider and near-yelled, “To the Goddess!” before continuing with the rest of the toast. I think we’ll definitely keep that in the rest of our Sabbats together, maybe with a little re-writing depending on the season.

I need to hold on to the way I feel following Mabon. I’ve been letting school & life really get the better of me lately. It’s time to take a step back and practice some of that good old-fashioned letting go of attachments.

Charge of the Goddess

From Scott Cunningham’s Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner

“I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all and existent prior to their consciousness. I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal. “I am the chaste Goddess of the moon, the Lady of all magic. The winds and moving leaves sing my name. I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens. I am mysteries yet unsolved , a path newly set upon. I am a field untouched by the plow. Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth. “I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest. I am clothed with the deep, cool wonder of the Earth and the gold of wheat fields heavy with grain. By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to my season. I am refuge and healing. I am the life-giving Mother, wondrously fertile. “Worship me as the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth. I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon. I rule the tides of women and men and give release and renewal to weary souls. Though the darkness of death is my domain, the joy of birth is my gift. “I am the goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas. My names and strengths are manifold. I pour forth magick and power, peace and wisdom. I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of darkness, and I send you blessings of limitless love.”

Catechism For A Witch’s Child

Catechism For A Witch’s Child
by J L Stanley

When they ask to see your gods,
your book of prayers,
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird’s wing.
Tell them you believe
in giant sycamores mottled
and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen
stars crack open,
spilling streams of molten ice to earth,
and tell them how you drank
the holy wine of honeysuckle
on a warm spring day
and of the softness
of your Mother
who never taught you
death was life’s reward
but who believed in the earth
and the sun
and a million, million light years
of being.