Kitchen Witches-ness

Image: Art~Bobbie Berendson. The Witches Gallery

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Kitchen Witches-ness
She descendant of Welsh cunning folk,
her eyes, would be smiling as she spoke.
Amidst the stirring of pot and a tap, tap,
she had a knowing, which herbs to add.

Her magickal wand, a wooden spoon,
a summoning, for the crafting of mood. 
A little sprinkle of this and touch of that,
she’d stand fixated, focused in a trance. 

Aromatic delights, on her altar delicious, 
a kindling up, of her invocation wishes.
After studying her spell books for hours,
her manifestations, we had all devoured.

Infusing potions with her love and intent,
conjuring, divine formulas, she’d invent.
Prayers of light and of the spirits mixed, 
into each blessed and wholesome dish.

She’d chanted ‘You eat with your eyes’
this food be your medicine in disguise. 
Her miracle soup, be a healing chalice, 
bewitching of ingredients when adding.

Family gatherings were divine events,
each banquet, elixirs of her love’s intent.
There’ll never be another like my Mom,
Goddess in witchery, of kitchen kingdom.
 
Hexing her love from heart into hands,
all we were expected to do…
… was wash up the pans!
There will be no better cook than my Mom,
but in our affections, her evocation lives on. 
 Victoria Healing ~ 15.11.2021
Kitchen Witches-ness

Bon Appetit 
In dedication to my Mom, otherwise known as “Cookie” 

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 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾!╰⊰
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Image: @Joan_de Art

Ye Olde Family Recipe:

Spoonfuls of laughter

a cup of forgiveness

a pinch of hope

a dash of faith

scoops of kindness 

and endless love 

~ White ribbons of peace 

Kitchen Witches Know That Cooking is Magic

Never-Ending-Verse

Image: Anne Stokes. Once upon a time. Book of Light.
NEVER-ENDING-VERSE 
Come quiet. Come vigilant. Come true.
Come alone, intuit what you should do.
Do not make an effort. Do not stir a thought.
Truth breathes wisdom, in Divinity of all. 

Open heart. unconscious mind.
Listen to the mystical cues you find.
Time is lost and not, as it has been. 
When co creating, with our *Awen*.
 
Milking insights, of primal surrender.
whisperings of Cambrian ancestors.
It’s quite unbelievable and absurd. 
How many ignore their ‘writing’ words.

There be a thread of quivering sound, 
slipping of knots, into stitches around. 
Scribbling sentiments like wild hunters,
or lightening strikes, when it thunders. 

It’s a taste of brilliance, sewn in colours.
Rainbows imposed on top of the other. 
Focus in contemplation. All you will;
when Awen holds your magical quill.

Weavers of Cymru indigenous tales.
Blessed be, our Awenyddion of Wales. 
Victoria Healing ~ 13.10.2021
/!\  Never-Ending-Verse  /!\ 

‘An Awenyddion  studies the different cycles and their place in them and most of all, they try to make the world a better place for themselves and other people.’ ~ Isobel Bird

 

*Awen* (Ah-oo-en) is a Welsh word for “(poetic) inspiration

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Awen

https://druidry.org/resources/awen

 

*Awenyddion*

https://barddos.wordpress.com/bardic-lore/awenyddion/

https://www.druidry.co.uk/awen-the-holy-spirit-of-druidry/

 

‘May the Awen lead you and inspire you as you walk your path’ ~ Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids

 

 

Blessed Samhain

Blessed Samhain to those of us living in the Southern Hemisphere who are edging towards winter.

BLESSED SAMHAIN
Southern Hemisphere ~ 30 April to 1 May.


Cerridwyn ~ Goddess of the Witches

Goddess of the Witches

The Celts knew well, the way of the stars and sea, observing nightly realms, in knowing, what was to be.

https://www.learnreligions.com/southern-hemisphere-moon…

Return to Innocence

Enigma

Art: Cerridwyn ~ Collette Barron-Reid

Clapping for Eggs

"Clap, clap, I am asking for an egg for the children, on the parish'" 


CLAPPING FOR EGGS

Hand in hand, children march Welsh streets,
banging wooden clappers, asking for Easter treats.
Chanting at doors ‘Can we please have an egg’?
grinning broadly, as they each customarily beg. 

Shirts untucked, stained dresses, hair ruffled,
around neighbourhood homes they’ve shuffled. 
‘Who do you belong to?’ The occupants quizzed,
‘Give my regards to Mam, it’s good service you give’

Happily excited, but now exhausted and tired,
the households, having awarded their desires. 
In their baskets, Easter treasures safely stored,
eggs of various sizes and colours, as reward. 

Returning home with their gatherings of loot,
Mom’s patted heads, praising her tired brood.
Shoelaces slapping wearily on wooden floors,
their Easter work done, now thank the Lord.
Victoria Healing ~ 5.4.2020
EGG CLAPPING

Image: Claire Roige Photography- Family photographer in Swansea, South Wales.

If the family in the house knew these small children, knew their siblings, and some were missing, they would also give them an egg for those brothers or sisters.

Happy Easter Monday

in Welsh: Dydd Llun Pasg Hapus

Apparently egg clapping is a traditional Welsh thing, they prefer an Egg Clap to a Egg hunt.

Egg Clapping

The Welsh term for this custom is ‘Clapio Wyau’.

The translation is in other words for those who are being cared for on the parish – in the workhouse or receiving some benefits to support them. During the 19th Century, children would collect hen eggs from generous farmers to fill the family pantry for the Easter celebrations.

Trick or treat tradition revived

https://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/old-anglesey-easter-trick-treat-12890507

Clapping for Eggs

https://museum.wales/blog/2020-03-31/Clapio-Wyau-Egg-Clapping/ 

Even though I have Welsh ancestors, I had never heard of this tradition before. Unfortunately a lot of our Welsh customs have been lost over time. I’ve had to research the Welsh museums for this information. There is no reference to egg clapping in Wiki, only a practice called egg tapping which has been taken from Europe to other countries. This is the only similar reference that I could find: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_tapping It’s interesting to compare other countries festivals. These remind me of the old castanets we used to play in musical classes at school. I found an original image of these clappers in a Welsh historical group, who said that: ‘This clapper belonged to my Uncle Norman, must be nearly a hundred years old now’ 

Image: Original hand made wooden Clapper, which is over 100 years old

Wales has many of its own traditions for celebrating Easter.

https://thetab.com/uk/cardiff/2021/04/02/here-are-the-welsh-easter-traditions-you-need-to-know-about-57528

Witch Crafting

 
 WITCH CRAFTING
 Some preferred a dog to a cat,
 china teapot lids, as pointy hats.
 Cupcakes, candy, perle cottons,
 silk threads wound on bobbins.
 

 Red, blue, pink, yellow and green,
 vibrant images of cheerful scenes.  
 Immersed on the edges of infinity,
 embroidering stitches into divinity.  
 

 Sewing is the women’s work of yore,
 X stitch counting and keeping score.
 Grids, charts, holes and squares, 
 multicoloured pictures sewn with care.
 

 Thousand times crossing each stitch,
 in days of old, accused as a 'so called' witch. 
 Victoria Healing ~ 28.11.2020
 WITCH  CRAFTING 

Bodkin — There is a long historical connection between women and sewing, as sewing is women’s work of yore. With this in mind, it probably makes some sort of sick sense than a sewing instrument would be used to torture so-called witches.

Some cross-stitchers have commented on the way that the practice of embroidery makes them feel connected to the women who practised it before them.[24] There is a push for all embroidery, including cross-stitch, to be respected as a significant art form.[25]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pricking

Cross-stitch is a form of sewing and a popular form of counted-thread embroidery  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cross-stitch

Image: The Art of Brian Kesinger

That Grimoire

 
THAT GRIMOIRE
 She’d found a key to bolted padlock,
 a mysterious latch, long ago forgot.
 Buried in cobwebs, smothered in dust,
 an olde book, infused of stale musk.
 

 Grimoire of incantations and spells,
 huge and black, where spirits dwelled. 
 It was almost as if he’d left his mark,
 rituals, metaphysics, hidden in dark.
 

 Parchment pages were brittle and torn,
 sketches penned before she was born.
 He’d been capable of difficult deeds,
 a kindly man, assisting in others needs. 
 

 He’d tell where your planets aligned,
 a learned gent in 19th century times.
 Dr John Harries, was a ‘cunning man’
 wizard, leading edge, or slight of hand?
 

 Incorporating medicine with astrology,
 some of these wonders are an anomaly.  
 Hmm.. she’d sighed, turning the pages;
 “Is this how witch craft has been fabled?”
 
Victoria Healing ~ 21.11.2020
 THAT GRIMOIRE 

John Harries was a 19th century Welsh ‘cunning man’ well known for medicine, surgery, astrology, and magic. His note book remains intact, and is available from the National Library of Wales.  Dr John ( a Harley Street practitioner) combined medicine with astrology (which must have seemed like magic to the ignorant) and a natural ability of second sight.  

https://www.library.wales/discover/digital-gallery/manuscripts/modern-period/john-harries-book-of-incantations#?

The term “cunning man” or “cunning woman” was most widely used in southern England and the Midlands, as well as in Wales

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cunning_folk#Britain

https://www.grimoire.org/person/john-harries/

Grimoire. Book of Spells

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grimoire

Image: Beatrix The Art of Brian Kesinger

The Bone Setters

 THE BONE SETTERS
 One  stormy, murderous night in 1740’s,
 a ship wrecked, on the coast of Anglesey.
 Waves pummelled onto jagged shores,
 young boys tumbled in Skerries furore. 
 

 The local Doctor Thomas took them home,
 teaching of his great skills in setting bones.
 Young Evan Thomas, took a keen interest,
 for setting fractures, he had been blessed.
 

 Fast forward, over the next 250 years,
 new descendants have perfected his work. 
 HUGH OWEN THOMAS, Evan’s great grandson,
 specialised setting bones, as forefather’s begun. 
 

 Famous for his founding of the ‘THOMAS SPLINT’
 First world war Soldiers, owed their lives to him.
 The ‘FATHER OF MODERN ORTHOPAEDICS” prestige,
 many today, haven’t heard of their expertise.
 

 These pioneers of splinters and tractions,
 have perfected the art of healing fractures. 
 Valued for their conception of setting bones, 
 but of them, not many people have known. 
 

 Thank God for Dr Thomas on that savage night, 
 saving and taking interest in young Evan’s life.
 Now, if you have a misfortune to break a bone,
 Hugh Owen Thomas; founder of the ‘Thomas Splint’ — you will know. 

 
 Victoria Healing ~ 20.11.2020
 THE BONE SETTERS
 

Top Image: Adrian Smith, Oil Painting 2020.  The Skerries in distance. (Islands of the Seals)

Second Image: Hugh Evan Thomas 

A Medical Legacy

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Owen_Thomas

Interesting reading:
“69-year-old Dafydd Evans will take ramblers on a journey around the rugged Anglesey coastline and into his own amazing family history”
http://www.abroadintheyard.com/descendant-of-bone-setter-boy-shipwrecked-off-anglesey-1740s-leads-journey-of-discovery-about-his-origins/?

“DNA mapping has shed light on a 260-year-old mystery of the origins of a child shipwrecked on Anglesey, who helped shape medical history”  https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-north-west-wales-19012179  

Evan’s great-great-grandson, Sir Robert Jones, became the first doctor in the world to use X-Ray photography to diagnose a fracture in 1896 and was the co-founder of the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt Orthopaedic Hospital in Gobowen, Shropshire. The Welsh name for these islands, ‘Ynysoedd y Moelrhoniaid’, means “Islands of the Seals”.[2]  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Skerries,_Isle_of_Anglesey 

WildCraft

WILDCRAFT
 He smelled of earth, grass and moss,
 ‘ordinary things’ of miracles we've forgot. 
 He spoke in spirit, of flowers and trees,
 magickal elixirs and poultice for disease. 
 

 Herbal tonics, for poor, common folk,
 super natural wild potions he composed. 
 Of hedgerow medicine, he was the best,
 a legacy gifted, in pharmaceutical quest. 
 

 Apothecary of roots, leaves and plants,
 wizard to all, in healths circumstance.
 Apple water and sweet rose hip teas,
 honey, wild clary, if you had a disease. 
 

 Rhiwallon’ legend is continued to this day,
 the first PHYSICIAN OF MYDDFAI, Wales.
 Trusted naturopath to Prince Rhys Gryg,
 he, wild crafter of herbage, berries and twig.  
 

 His wife, the mysterious, fae Lady of Lake,
 marital vows unwittingly, he’d forsake.
 Other world holistic secrets, she had left,
 to Rhiwallon and sons, a legacy manifest.  
 

 Place names in this legend are still seen, 
 natural cures, teaching modern medicine.
 I find it odd and a most bizarre twist of fate, 
 Merlin aka Myrddin was from the same place. 
 Victoria Healing ~ 17.11.2020
 WILDCRAFT 

 

“For every human illness there exists a natural cure”

“Take marigold, pound well with good wine, vinegar, strong mead or strong ale. It is a good preservative against the foreign pestilence called the plague”

~ Rhiwallon ~ Physicians of Myddfai 

PHYSICIANS OF MYDDFAI

Myddfai is a village in South Wales.  It was here that the first of the physicians practiced. His name was Rhiwallon and  his descendants are said to have continued his work, in an unbroken hereditary line, until the eighteenth century. The birth of modern medicine can be traced back to these Physicians of Myddfai.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physicians_of_Myddfai

Physicians of Myddfai and the Birth of Modern Medicine

Image: JO JAYSON
“Merlin , Prophet of the Woods © Jo Jayson 2015
Merlin aka Myrddin  ~ ‘Myrddin’ is also a name that was created, in accordance with early traditions, to explain the place name ‘Caer-fyrddin’ (Carmarthen) 
 

The words are mine, this amazing image was chosen for its artistic impact.

 

Supurrstition’s

 
SUPURRSTITION'S
It is a terrible thing, 
an omen of bad luck brings. 
Abused, reviled and hated;
from the deceptions created. 
 
Black fur, deep green eyes,
how could they be despised?
A reminder of propaganda,
mistruths and slander. 
 
How did this come to be?
this being their tragic story. 
Ghastly, crazy superstitions,
over evil witch inquisitions. 
 
 What the devil’s fib is that?
 about harmless, kitty cats.
 would it come as any surprise,
 another concoction of porky pies.
 
 Pope Gregory IX, was a weird man, 
 ordering the kill of cats on land. 
 Konrad von Marburg, inquisitor,
 decided black cats were sinister. 
 
Cats accused as witches assistants,
more Marburg’s hocus pocus victims.
Is a black cat, fortunate or bad luck?
these hate crimes; all Marburg’s bluff. 
 
He being Infamous, for macabre deeds,
of which ‘luck’ sign, will YOU believe?
Victoria Healing ~ 14.11.2020
SUPURRSTITION'S  
Image: Cats 101 

The simple truth is that cats make the world a better place.

As Welsh folklore tells us: “It is very fortunate to have a thoroughly black cat on the premises” (Marie Trevelyan, 1909)

People passed down tales with the intent of dissuading people from being near black cats, as doing so would get you tortured and killed by the Inquisition. These stories then evolved into today’s superstitions.

https://medium.com/history-of-yesterday/the-satanic-ritual-behind-the-unlucky-black-cat-d8ef2575328b

https://www.thevintagenews.com/2019/04/02/the-vatican-and-cats/

Konrad von Marburg became a byword for sadism and the dark side of Catholicism. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konrad_von_Marburg

Mine Faeries

Image: Coblynau _ keepers of the Cavern Scrolls.
MINE FAERIES 
  
 "Come tiny dwarves, give me a hand,
 in these treacherous dark cold lands”
 “Look behind you” they would call,
 "follow our thumping on tunnel walls.
 

 Don’t be fooled by our grim, ugly looks,
 or the misleading fairy tales in books.
 We may only be, one foot, 6 inches tall,
 but we hide down here, to assist you all.
 

 Loading buckets, flitting about shafts,
 finding rich veins, when we are tasked"
 Deep in the bowels of middle earth,
 men and boys slogged, treacherous world.
 

 Dark, dusty and a grave, kind of place,
 unpredictable, the perils, at coal face.
 Colliers gouged at shafts with hammers,
 in unsafe and unhealthy sort of manner.
 

 Multitudes, had lost their lives over time,
 in black abysses of murderous coal mines.
 Coblynau were pitmans guides, back then,
 is this fairytale or wink from dwarf friends?
 Victoria Healing ~ 10.11.2020
 MINE FAERIES  
Image: South Wales Museum
Image: South Wales Museum

Coblynau are mine faeries, mythical gnome-like creatures that are said to haunt the mines and quarries of Wales and areas of Welsh settlement in America.[1] In Wales, they are called Coblynau (or coblyn) The sound of their knocking brings good luck, a sign that a rich vein is near. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coblynau

https://miningfolklore.blogspot.com/search/label/Swansea