Phoning In

I have never had a clear connection with deities or beings of that nature. Sure, I get faint tugs and faint impressions every now and again but nothing that screams “Hey, deity x wants this”.

Until last night. Now it took me nearly all day to figure it out but when it hit me, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I had a dream that included Timothy Omundson. Now it didn’t seem too strange particularly because we have been watching Psych for the past month or so. What was weird, though, was it was bearded Timothy and older than his Psych persona.

Now why it was strange, besides the obvious, was the fact that I made a mental note that the way he looks was how I envisioned Odin would be if he appeared today. Or, y’know, if I had control over casting choices of American Gods.

I mean look at that! Mr. Wednesday. Hello!

Back on track. In the dream Timothy was in the house looking around. Getting ready for something. Then he was leaving, telling me he would be back soon/later. I was excited and tried to distract myself in the dream. I remember getting annoyed with people because I was waiting for Him to return.

That was pretty much it.

Wonder what the heck is going to happen.

On a Lighter Note

Now that things have calmed down a bit I can talk about some of the better things that have happened during this past week.

Grendal and I were told that anything in his grandparents’ kitchen could be ours since we had recently moved into our first home. It was heartwarming in the middle of all the drama, anger, and overwhelming sadness. We waited a few days before returning to look at what was there. We waited so Grendal could work up the courage and not cry looking at the empty house.

So I began looking through the cupboards, feeling a little awkward all the while. One I opened had a small collection of cookbooks. My one weakness, and apparently Granny’s.as well. I pulled them down and looked through them. Most were rather recent and had to do with health issues. Recipes with low sodium, heart healthy, etc. I found two cookbooks, one older than me by 10 years, that had been put together by a small community in Wisconsin. The book had hand written notes on pages. Apparently the zucchini bread recipe on page 10 is worth looking at (I love zucchini bread).

In the midst of all the recipes I found what looked like a large pamphlet. Upon further inspection it was a folded up, poster sized paper. Alone and curious as a cat, I began to unfold it.

My little witchy heart was all a flutter.

Staring back at me was a large grid of common herbs and what could be harvested from them. A column for uses to ease ailments. How to dry them properly. Luckily for me no one was in the kitchen so they didn’t have to witness a 30 year old woman jumping around like a child. I showed Grendal once I calmed down and he was just as interested, especially since he is now known as the ‘Herb Guy’ at work due to making up a nice herbal tea concoction to ease a friend’s lungs.

While I do worship the Norse gods and the title of heathen is the closest thing I can relate to, kitchen witchery has always been an interest of mine. I have dabbled in it, putting in extra energies while baking or preparing a meal. Knowing that certain spices aid in certain things. I never got to the point where I am comfortable in adding kitchen witch to my title. Hearth and home, though, are big things to me. I think that mat be one reason why my home has to be just so and that meals are a very big thing to me. Especially in winter.

I suppose this little ramble is done. Like I said, happy things coming out of the recent drama. 😀