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Intuition, Empathy, and Synesthesia In Cooking

Hello, fine friends! Welcome back to the blog! Today I have some cool things to discuss – intuition, empathy, my synesthesia, and how they relate to my path of life and the route I want to take with my craft.

I realized awhile back that I follow my intuition a lot while I’m cooking, sometimes more than I follow the recipe! For example, sometimes a dish is in progress and I taste it. I figure out from the flavor that it needs something like garlic, so I add what’s almost always the right amount of garlic.

It’s kind of weird, but it makes for delicious food. Another weird thing is that every dish I make has its own personality. Some foods are more finicky and needy than others, but I’m almost always able to empathize with them in a way. I realized this as I was cooking a scramble last night. I somehow intuitively know what to do to make it taste good.

Intuition at it finest!
The scramble!

Intuition In The Kitchen

I’m a better cook than baker and tea maker, but I enjoy doing all three. This could perhaps be because I don’t have a ton of practice with the tea yet and I don’t have the best audience for baked goods. My husband and housemates are a tough crowd for cookies and the like, but they are far more receptive when I cook dinner.

I am strongly intuitive as a general rule, and that can be frustrating when things don’t come as easily to me as breathing. I have a tendency to quit on activities when the going gets rough or it starts to get difficult. This is a dumb thing to do, I’m aware. It’s one of my spiritual assignments for that reason. Cooking, however, is one of the most meditative activities I can do regardless of how it turns out. There’s something special and almost artistic about cooking a big meal. So where does empathy come in?

Empathy and Cooking, What??

I’m an empath, many people have said. I feel what others are feeling. That can be very good or very bad, depending on the strength of the emotion that isn’t mine. Listening to people talk about things that have happened to them affects me the most. It’s like someone sticks me inside of the memory and I can’t get out, even after the discussion is over. I also struggle with picking up most social cues and have trained myself to function socially by going into situations assuming that everyone feels negatively towards me. That is kind of a backwards way of doing things, but it’s worked in a twisted sort of way for years. Empathy is my saving grace in social situations because I can pick up when something is off with people and act accordingly.

With food, however, it’s a combination of empathy, intuition, and even synesthesia, to some extent. If I’m able to understand what I’m cooking, I can understand what it wants, so to speak, just like I can with a person. The flavors take on shapes, too, which is very helpful. A lot of witchcraft resources talk about casting spells or setting intentions while you cook, but I often forget to do that. For me, the act of cooking is magical. I feel connected to what I make spiritually, whether it takes two hours or ten minutes to make. It’s one of my favorite activities.

Putting Everything Together

How do these gifts relate to my craft? The short answer is, they’re everything to me. All of them are blessings and curses. When they unite in cooking, however, they are great allies to have. Flavors get translated the same way as music does in my mind – in structure, shape, and color. This is incredibly helpful because it helps determine what flavors I like and how well they match. Intuition tells me where to go and empathy tells me what to do while I’m getting there.

I think it’s so important to have empathy and intuition when working with anything magical. You don’t have to be casting grandiose spells, in my opinion. You can if you want to, but I don’t think it’s mandatory. I like what Marie Kondo has to say. To paraphrase: if it doesn’t bring you joy, get rid of it. Intuition and empathy in my craft are, however, indispensable.

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Blending Tea For Other People: A Joyful Activity

Hey, all! I’m sorry there wasn’t a post yesterday! I was out of the house from 8:45 AM until midnight and I cannot currently post from my phone. I will do better about time management. Let’s not linger here much longer. I’m here to talk about a much more joyful activity – blending tea for other people.

Yesterday was my husband’s and my date/run around town day, and we ended up making it an extended double date with our friends, another couple. They’re awesome. We went to an 80s-themed party that night and I played keep-away with balloons like I was a little kid. I love keep-away. My husband and one of our friends joined in and it was hilarious.

Fireside Books and The Boreal Herbal

Before all of this went down, my husband took me to a bookstore called Fireside Books where I got a book called the Boreal Herbal. It’s all about foraging for and harvesting herbs that grow in our area. I was interested, so I got it. It’s about the size of a small textbook and contains plant profiles, recipes, and other things to do with the herbs you find. I thought it was frickin’ cool, so I bought it.

I’ve started marking up the book and making it my own! Don’t worry, though, I still am creating tea blends with dried herbs. I ran out of chamomile yesterday creating a blend for a friend. It contained jasmine, chamomile, honeysuckle, lemongrass, vervain, and lemon. It was a hit.

Blending tea for a friend.
The blend in question.

Blending Tea Is A Joy

I love handcrafting blends for people. It’s a very special process, one that’s as personal and unique as the person I’m making the blend for. I love smelling the tea blend as it comes together. This last blend was heavenly. My friend she could taste the jasmine sweetness at the end of a sip. Seeing people’s reactions to the blends I make them mean a lot to me, even if their reactions are negative. I really need to start keeping a log of the recipes on note cards as I work on them.

I find that it’s easier to blend in larger quantities if I want to be able to replicate them. Of course, there are times when I just want tea, so I pour some herbs into a pot and they are yummy. If I want to really treat it like science, though, I need to be more careful about documenting recipes as I come up with them.

I’m so glad that I texted another friend a recipe for the blend I made for someone who really enjoyed theirs. It was:

Hibiscus + lemongrass + allspice + cinnamon + peppermint (a tiny bit).

There, now it’s written down. I just need to write down the ratios. I’ll get to that the next time I make the blend.


If you want a recipe of your very own, please email me and I’ll get on that. My email is orderindiscord@outlook.com.

I’m currently out of hibiscus and chamomile, so that might slow things down. Write to me, though!

Love, E


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Valerian – The Taste Of Stubbornness

Dear friends, we are gathered here today to discuss something important. The topic at hand is a very potent herb. This herb also happens to smell and taste how stubbornness would if it were possible to smell or taste it. I have gathered you here today to discuss my love hate relationship with the herb valerian.

All the valerian in a single place.
All the valerian in a single place.

I heard about valerian many years ago. The circumstances escape me, but I know that I liked it from the first time I heard about it. I always imagined it to be tasty, something like thyme or basil. It turns out that I didn’t know much about that herb at all because I learned that a.) you don’t use the leaves for tea, you use the roots and b.) the roots DO NOT taste like thyme or basil. Valerian is in a league all its own.

A Bit About Valerian

Valerian’s latin name is Valeriana officinalis. There are many different species in valerian’s plant family, but V. officinalis is the one that is most commonly used. As previously discussed, the root is the part of the plant that is used the most. It’s been used as a sleep aid since Ancient Greek times, where Hippocrates documented its use. It’s native to Europe and Asia, but can also be grown in the Americas. I got this information here

It’s also a jerk. 

A Lingering Taste In My Mouth

You might be wondering why I have been referring to valerian as a jerk. The short answer is because it tastes bitter. The longer answer is a rant. Brace yourselves, friends. 

I mentioned before that I thought valerian would taste like other herbs. I was in for a rude awakening. When I went to the herb store the other day, I asked to smell valerian. The owner let me smell some. I knew from that point forward that we were gonna have a good, old fashioned love-hate relationship. I took some home and brewed it up along with some very pleasant other herbs like lemongrass, jasmine, chamomile, honeysuckle, etc. to make a sleepytime tea. When I drank the tea, the result was rather odd. 

If I had to describe it visually, it’d look something like: 

jasmine+chamomile..bitterbitterbitterbitter…VALERIAN…smooth, sweet finish. I would have been fine with that had the bitter taste of valerian not LINGERED in my MOUTH. To make matters worse, the valerian taste built up on my tongue. I was displeased. 

All this being said, valerian did its job. I was out cold for the whole night. I had some weird dreams, but they weren’t bad and the night was uneventful otherwise. 

The Taste Of Stubbornness

I love valerian for what it can do. I’m working on incorporating it into blends. Last night’s blend was a party in a cup and valerian was invited. It also knocked me the heck out again, which was super nice. 

I call it the taste of stubbornness because valerian will have its way in a blend. I’m scared to try it on its own because of what happened the other night with the flavor sticking out like a sore thumb. That being said, I used cinnamon last night to balance it out. It worked! I added the valerian first and added everything else to match its intensity. 

This same tactic also works with other bitter herbs like vervain and agrimony. Add them first, I’ve found,then blend the other ingredients to match. 

Tea blending is fun, friends! Are there are any blends you want me to try? I have more rooibos than I know what to do with..

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Like Swallowing Fire: Special Edition Tea Making Post

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Hello, friends! I have created this very special special edition of Order In Discord to discuss something very important – swallowing fire.

If you’ve hung around here for a while, you might remember my ginger + turmeric + red pepper anti-inflammatory potion. Ever since making it that one night, I have wanted to make it again. While I was at the grocery store, I found fresh ginger and turmeric. I snatched some up (about 0.6 lbs each), checked out, and headed home.

Eating ginger is like swallowing fire.
Ginger and turmeric roots.

The first task was chopping them up. I was really scared to peel them because I don’t like sharp objects. It took a lot of courage to even cut them.

A bit of a digression here…

Before I picked up the ginger and turmeric, I heard a song that my dad and I both loved – “Walk on the Ocean” by Toad The Wet Sprocket – in the grocery store. I almost started bawling in the middle of the aisle. It’s been a really hard week for me with regards to grief. I think my dad was hanging around last night. My husband was talking to our housemate about how engines work while I worked on last night’s post about the sleepytime tea. Their discussion reminded me of one my dad would have. I thought of that song in the store, last night, and the process of getting over my fear of knives as I cut the ginger and turmeric.

The chopped turmeric.

People have told me that the only way to get over a fear is to face it head on. In the case of knives, I must learn to use a knife if I’m ever going to stop being afraid of them, so I did a courageous thing today and cut the turmeric and ginger up into little pieces.

Stock Pot Tea

After all of the chopping was done, I stuck the pieces in a stock pot and covered them with water. I put the pot on the stove on high heat, stirring it as it came to a boil. I also added 2 cinnamon sticks and a healthy (?) dose of crushed red pepper. I kept stirring as it boiled, and the result was a dark brown liquid. It was incredibly spicy by the time I pulled it off the stove, so spicy that it took 3 cups of whole milk to get the burn to go away at one point.

(Tip for those sensitive to spice: milk is good at getting spicy pain to go away, but butter is better.)

The tea in a mug.

It got less spicy as it cooled, or I got used to it, seeing as I’m on cup #6 of the stuff, I think. I’ve lost count. I still have a long way to go to finish the pot. I want to make this tea when I’m sick because it cleaned out my sinuses! It’s spicier than a lot of hot sauces I’ve tried at restaurants. I’m pretty sure that people who are used to spice would have no problem with it, though.

Like Swallowing Fire

At first I titled this post “Like Swallowing Fire” because I wanted it to have a cool name. After some thought, though, it’s more accurate than I imagined it it would be.

I have been doing a lot of thought about spiritual tests and the nature of grief these last few days. It’s been hard, especially with my dad’s birthday a bit ago. When I’m not writing blog posts, I deal in a lot of imagery because I love to write poetry. I think the image of swallowing fire goes beyond the taste of tea. In my life, I can either swallow the fire and show up to life, or the fire can swallow me. It’s my choice. I’ve been going through a lot of difficult things lately. Like braving the taste of spicy tea, dealing with grief, and cutting turmeric, I can either plunge headlong into hard things or run away from them. The question I must answer is: will this break me?

My answer is no. Absolutely not.

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Frankenstein’s Sleepytime Tea: A Blend of Blends

Hello, friends! In today’s post we’re returning to the kitchen to talk about a very important tea blend I have crafted. I call it Frankenstein’s Sleepytime Tea. I gave it that name because it’s a tea blend made up of other blends. Side note: Victor Frankenstein and his monster might have encountered the herbs in the tea! I’ll post links to get the herbs in the blend at the end. Without further ado, here’s the story.

Disclosure: Some of the links in this post are affiliate links. This means that if you make a purchase using one of these links, I make a commission from the sale at no extra cost to you.

The Beginning: A Crazy Idea

Like almost all good stories, our tea story begins with someone having a crazy idea. In this story’s case, the person who had the idea was me. My husband wanted me to drink chamomile tea to try and get my body to calm down during an allergic reaction. Being the crazy one that I am, I added more things to the chamomile that sounded good based off of the research I did for my chamomile post. Suffice it so say that my husband was displeased with this venture, but it did help me feel better. Here’s how it happened.

The Process: Making The Sleepytime Tea

I had a handful of tea blends in bags sitting around, plus a bag of lavender. I knew that lavender blended well with chamomile, so I popped some lavender in a jar, ripped open several K-cups and tea bags filled with chamomile, then added an echinacea blend. Echinacea is an immune booster. It could help, I thought. The blend also contained lemongrass and spearmint. Lemongrass and spearmint also popped up in another blend, so that blend went into the jar. It also contained marshmallow root, which helps with sore throats. Again, I figured it would help, so it went in. I added a bag of peppermint tea, which made it smell heavenly. Then I brewed up a batch.

Sleepytime Tea brewing.
The brewing tea.

It was absolutely delicious. I did end up feeling better and the tea was very calming. I want to recreate this blend on a larger scale, so I asked my husband what he would do if he found a small barrel filled with several pounds of the tea inside on the countertop. His response was not the most positive thing ever.

I’ve picked out the herbs from Starwest Botanicals. They come in one pound bags. I recommend getting the bulk bags because you have more to experiment with later.
Marshmallow root
Echinacea purpurea
Echinacea angustifolia

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My Rest A Stone


The first white stone.

Hello, all!

I’ve spoken briefly before about my Mormon background. I was a member of the Mormon (Latter-Day Saint) church for six years. I joined when I was 14 and loved it for a time. As I got older, though, more and more questions went unanswered, and following a spiritual warning, I left. Some things from church still follow me, and some of them are hymns. The title of this post, “My Rest a Stone”, comes from one of my all-time favorite hymns that we sang in church often. The line comes from the second verse:

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

“Nearer, my god, to Thee”, Sarah Flower Adams

This song never failed to make me cry when we sang it in church. I still enjoy it even though my beliefs have changed. I love this song because the imagery is beautiful. I’m still not sure why this song makes me cry. I believe that it’s tied to something spiritual. Today I want to use it to tell a story and to talk about something important. It goes like this.

Our story begins in about March of 2016. I was at a therapist appointment in Annapolis, Maryland. My dad had died in February and I was part of the way through my freshman year of college and I was broken. My therapist and I were talking about doing what we can and only that. She had me lay down and think about that and asked me at the end if I could find a symbol that I could use to remember that. I chose a white stone. The white stone would be my symbol of resting when necessary and doing what I can.

As my beliefs went away from the traditional Mormon mold, one thing remained constant – my need for that white stone. I wanted to get a white stone tattoo, I thought about it often for many years. A white stone even made it into my handmade oracle deck along with a black stone. My friend and I were walking along a lake yesterday and I noticed a pretty white stone among the other stones. I snatched it up. It’s the stone that graces the top of this post.

As we were walking back, my friend picked up another white stone.


The second white stone.


The black stone.

It’s more of a pure white than the other one, which is striped. Further up the trail, I picked up a smooth grayish-black stone.


The stripes in the first white stone.

I liked it because of its shape and texture. It was then that I realized that there was more than one white stone, just as there are always multiple reminders to complete spiritual assignments such as learning to move and learning to rest. I’ve been given several spiritual assignments and I’m not super great at doing them. I don’t show up for myself a lot, but I think that will change. In my oracle deck, the White Stone symbolizes good luck, finding what you need, and that the universe is listening. The Black Stone symbolizes the coming of truth, cleaning house, and the cycle of pain and then joy. You can’t have pain without joy, just like you can’t have joy without pain. That’s something I try to always remember. I find it interesting that the first white stone has black stripes in it.

I still need to cleanse these stones and put them someplace nice. I want to put them in the kitchen somewhere. They need to have a place of honor and I need to remember to do what I can. A lot of the time, “doing what I can” means pushing myself more. I can do a lot more than I think I can most days.

Here’s my to do list for today. It looks like a lot, but I break big tasks up into tiny ones for satisfaction’s sake. I don’t know what’s cooking today! I’ll definitely put some tea on and take notes on it. Once I get this done, I’ll rest! I also need to exercise today..

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Hello, all!

Today was a good day. 

It’s my wedding anniversary! We’ve been married a year as of today. It’s been a crazy year. I left Texas a year ago tomorrow for Alaska, where I live currently. It’s been a very steep learning curve, but we’ve made it through so far. On my old blog I talked about my mental health and how it’s changed in the past year. It’s safe to say that it’s changed for the better. I’m very proud of me, of him, and of us.

If I were able to converse with all of my past selves from any given year, I would single out me from 6 October 2011 and 6 October 2016. Assuming what I say holds no true bearing on the future, I would tell that girl who is a ball of nervous energy:

Hey. Your dad IS gonna die after all. But you will turn out okay. Don’t give up hope, don’t despair. Remember that squeaky kid you have a crush on in your Geography class? Yeah, you’re gonna marry him. Yes, you’re lovable. YES, you’re worthy. And NO, you’re not crazy. You’re just fine. I know that you hate yourself. Stop that if you can. It’s not all your fault. Nothing about this is all your fault. 

And to me in 2016, I would say,

Hey, just a little while longer. I know you’ve had the hardest time of your life. You’re about to enter a new season, but it’s not the end, no matter how much you might want it to be. The hard times will ease up on you and you will find love. No, you aren’t unworthy. No, you aren’t unlovable, and you aren’t crazy. You have some stuff to figure out. That’s all. 

A big part of what I want this blog to be about is finding out more about who I am. I did heaps of self discovery this year. I learned that I’m not who people said I was growing up. I don’t have to listen to people’s opinions of me, nor am I an aggregate of what everyone thinks of me. I am me, and that person is who I make them to be. I did a lot of deconstructing as well as constructing – breaking down beliefs I had held about myself and about the world, shaking them out, and examining them. 

I found that I don’t fit in with a mainstream belief set. I come from a Mormon background and even after leaving, I still felt a lot of pressure to be very Christian. I strongly believe in Jesus’ message, but do I hold to all mainstream Christian beliefs? No. Hardly. I got in touch with my spirit guides and started reading cards and that was when things really started to change. The various things I had been taught as a kid and teen didn’t fit. I found more truth in a history textbook and Fahrenheit 451 than I did in the Bible, and that’s when I knew that it was time for a change. In this deconstruction process, I found witchcraft via friends of mine. Upon looking into it further, I found that I understood and connected to a lot of it. I did further research and fell in love with kitchen witchcraft. I’d been reaching for the vocabulary to describe my ambitions with herbs and food. There they were!

My husband is also magical. I need to do a lot better about listening to him because he has more years packed into his soul than any person our age should. He often tells me things, I shrug them off, I learn about them elsewhere, and then he gets irritated that it took me so long to come around.  It’s bad. I feel bad. He’s a computer wiz and loves to cook, too. That brings us to the present. I’m Eris, baby kitchen witch, and my husband and I made a delicious chicken Marsala for dinner tonight. We used  this recipe , doubling the batch and using about three cups more Marsala than the recipe called for, along with a lot of Italian seasoning and just a dash of Old Bay. We also baked a red velvet abomination of a cake. I consumed other wine and ended up crying because I had broken pieces off the cake while frosting it and it no longer looked okay. I was very sad, but it ended up being silly because while there was too much frosting on the cake, everything else was yummy. 

Thank you for reading! Stay cool!



Hi, all!

Music has been a huge part of my life until recently when I kinda hit a wall. For a long time (like, 20 years), I had an image in my head of becoming a superstar musician and singer and becoming rich and famous, but that image was slowly draining me and I’d forgotten how to ENJOY making music or even seeing or playing my instruments.

My husband and I were in the car today and we started talking about being ourselves. We were in Guitar Center a bit before the car ride. I picked up this guitar that looked like a candy cane. I also obtained a brass slide and began to practice playing slide with the guitar laying on my lap. With a little bit of echo there, I coaxed some sounds out of the candy cane that reminded me of a theremin.

Now, I have no idea how to play slide guitar, all I know is from some videos I’ve seen and things I’ve heard. What sets this apart from other times I’ve played instruments is that I wasn’t coming at it trying to prove I was good, I was coming at it to try and learn what all I could do with a brass slide and an electric guitar. I wasn’t an expert, I was learning all over again.

He brought up exactly what I had been doing – making music for the fun of it, not just doing it to get famous. To explore something new, not to make a living. That will be the only way I get somewhere. I will only get somewhere if I do what I love for me, not to please anyone else.

I’ve been struggling with what to post all day. I took a photo of the insanely good lunch we had today, but along with that post would come some self imposed shame because I am not yet good at eating healthy or eating in moderation and I completely blew the health benefits of lunch at dinner. I could write about how when it rains, it pours because it’s raining outside, but that’s been done before.

I know this isn’t about cooking or herbs or tea making or anything kitchen-related, but I want it to extend to that. I want to be my authentic self here, not just somebody who positions themselves as some kind of expert in order to get likes and comments. If you are an expert in your field, blog the crap out of that, but I am not. I want to use this blog to document what I learn, not necessarily to try and teach. Part of my magick is music, and I can do great things with that, but there is still much I must learn. I want to incorporate all I do into this learning process, because that’s what it is.

So today I learned:

  • Sashimi is very filling
  • Beans are more addicting than they should be
  • That I can make a guitar sound like a theremin with the proper slide and some echo
  • That I need to do the things I love for myself.

That’s all! Stay cool!


How Do I Contact My Spirit Guide?

How do I contact my spirit guide?

Hello, dear reader! Welcome to a special edition of Order In Discord. For today’s post we’re gonna get a little spiritual and ask the question how do I contact my spirit guide? I don’t know where you’re at spiritually, but something that was very important to me while just starting off was doing just that.

I had no idea how to go about contacting my guide, but I knew I needed to do so. Finding this guide became a mission of mine. I knew that finding him/her/them would help me progress substantially, but the method of finding my guide was still a mystery.

The Breakthrough

Upon doing some research, I learned that I could contact my guide through something called automatic writing. Searching through the work of Gabby Bernstein was a breakthrough. It taught me that meditation and then writing down anything I receive was an excellent way to start.

She provided a guided meditation along with the article I found, but it turned out that I didn’t need it. I sat on the couch upright and asked a simple question in my mind: “Hi, spirit guide, can you talk to me?”

First Contact

My spirit guide’s first official transmission came first in images and flashes. I had received similar guidance before (a longer story for another day), so it felt like settling in at home. Then came the hard work – translating what I received into actual words. It got easier as the message went on. By the time the message ended, I had six pages of text that I’m still trying to figure out to this day, it was so rich and layered.

You’re probably asking yourself, “How can this possibly be workable in my own life?” Well, dear reader, let me tell you five ways that you can talk to your spirit guide whenever you want. No, seriously, that’s the cool thing about guides, they’re always with you, whether you know them or not.

So how do I contact my guide?

First, ask! Ask for them to be there. Ask them questions and ask for signs that they’re replying. Even if you don’t hear or feel anything, start looking for signs in the world around you, like finding lucky pennies or the color green in many places. That’s your guide!

Second, remember your language. I’m not talking about your spoken language. Remember the often-discussed 5 love languages? It’s kind of like that – everyone has a different spiritual language because of each of us are different. What are your hobbies? What’s your favorite activity? How do you feel connected to the spiritual realm already? Do those activities and you might just hear from your guide!

Third, hone your “spidey senses”. Ever since I was young, my intuition has been very strong. In hindsight, I firmly believe that that was my guide reaching out. I’ve been able to tell when situations and people are questionable. Yeah, but how do I contact my spirit guide in this way, you may be asking? The answer is that you guide may be trying to reach out to you via your intuition or your gut instinct. Get in touch with this instinct. Set boundaries, get out of situations that scare you unnecessarily, listen to people you trust and go with your gut! If it’s true intuition, it will not steer you wrong.

Fourth, give thanks. Like most other sentient beings, your guide enjoys being thanked when they do a good job. Make note of things in your life that you appreciate and tell your guide! Gratitude also brings more things to be thankful for. It’s a cycle, so get your guide involved!

Fifth, talk early and often! Your guide wants to hear from you! I love talking to my guide via writing or while cooking. As a newbie witch, I love hearing from my guides and they help me set intentions while I make food or bake cookies. They will take you to new heights!

I hope you enjoyed this post! Stay cool!


October 1st, parts 1 and 2

Happy October 1st, friends!

It always seems like there’s a bad day before a good day happens. 2 October was a bad anniversary for me for many years, and I thank the Divine that I have mostly forgotten what that was all about. That’s a good feeling, a very good feeling, indeed…

Anywho, what’s up in the kitchen today? Good question. I want to talk about something I’m also awful at – keeping my spaces clean. But seeing as it’s the start of the witchiest month of the year, I am going to do a lot of cleaning and cleansing today. I don’t plan on cooking anything special today, but I will share a recipe at the end that’s magical by itself alone.

I will share three things about cleaning with you – my cleaning past, my cleaning present, and my cleaning future.

The Past

In the past, I fought anyone who tried to make me clean up. I viewed it as a terrible waste of time because it would just inevitably get messy again. So I would always drag my feet and complain about cleaning. It was nothing but a horrible chore to me, and I hated it. I took no pride in my work, no satisfaction in the end result. My work and my attitude were awful. Then I learned something.

When I threw myself into housework while very sad, my life got better. I started to take pride in my work and have satisfaction when I did well. I made my own cleaning spray the way my mom taught me, and I got very good at cleaning. Then I got sick.

The Present

After I got sick, it got harder to clean and while my housemates took over, I still felt really bad about leaving a mess. I stopped making my special to do lists at that point and lost a lot of focus and vision for my life. I’ve known for a long time that working on something – anything – is one of my best ways of doing self care. After learning about witchcraft and the importance of having a clean space, I want to get back into cleaning up because the kitchen is a mess and it’s driving me nuts. So that brings us to:

The Future

As I get better at cleaning again, I know my mind will become more orderly, as well, and I’ll feel better about life. When my husband and I get our own place someday, I want to keep it immaculate and do things like dry herbs in there from a possible herb garden. I think it will be easier to keep clean because it would be two people’s (read: my) messes instead of four people’s. That’s my plan.

Now, enjoy the famous spray my mother taught me how to make.

Mom's Countertop Spray

You will need:
Spray bottle
1 part vinegar
1 part water
10-20 drops essential oil of your choice

To make:
We have a 1:1 ratio of vinegar to water,
so fill up the spray bottle with both ingredients
and drop the essential oils in. Shake well and use.

Note: DO NOT use on wood.

The spray will damage it.

Have a good day! Stay cool!


A few hours later….


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The kitchen is clean, the sink has been rinsed out,

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and the tea shelves have been decluttered.

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My immune booster tea.

I didn’t intend to clean the shelves, I just got very frustrated that I couldn’t run like I wanted to and it just kinda happened. I was also procrastinating going to the store, and my husband said I should procrastinate like that more often. I guess I can, but it’s a special kind of procrastination that combines the desire for physical activity and change in environment with the desire to be productive and NOT go outside on a rainy day. I was not happy about today’s rain. It’s cleared up for now, but it was still wet and the ground was covered in puddles when I managed to finally go outside. Pretty, but not fun to walk around in. I did my thing and am back home slamming immune booster tea because I wonder if I am getting sick. I am probably just being a hypochondriac. That’s life.


In case you’re wondering what my immune booster tea is, it’s two bags of Traditional Medicinals Immune Booster echinacea tea plus one bag of chamomile tea. It should have a nice calming effect.


Now you might be wondering what that has to do with witchcraft!


From everything I’ve read, every witch practices differently and you don’t have to practice in the same way anyone else does. I’m not big on banishing negative energies aloud, but I do believe that by cleaning up my workspace, I am banishing the negative energy in my head, at least. If your environment is clean, your head is more likely to be clear….and you can make better food in safer conditions if you are cooking in a clean kitchen.


Remember, I am still awful at this, but we all have room for growth. The purpose of this blog is partially to hold me accountable, and I expect my readers to do just that. I want to continue to grow, not remain stagnant.


Also expect me to grow in my knowledge of herbs, spices, and oils.


Thanks for reading, and stay cool!


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