Swept Away Besoms & Brooms

07/24/2024

07/24/2024

Lammas Charm For Gathering In Abundance

You will need:

A broom or besom
Don't worry if it isn't a traditional besom, any broom will do as it is always intent that is important. If you have no broom collect a bundle of twigs and tie them at the top with Lammas ribbon to make a hand broom shape. The besom/broom is a potent symbol of hearth and home, found in some form in almost every household. It is a traditional magical tool useful for everyday charms as it has the imprint of its owner firmly on it. Sweeping is a natural gathering gesture.

Ribbon.

A piece of green ribbon (for abundance), a piece of gold ribbon (for prosperity and gathering) or ribbon in Lammas harvest colours would be equally suitable.

A Spring of Mint.

Ideally a sprig of mint from your garden (but you can get this from any supermarket), or dried mint - put it in a pouch. The mint represents abundance and plenty and is easily accessible to the urban hedgewitch.

Take your broom and tie your ribbon around the stave or top. Tie in your sprig of mint or securely fasten your pouch. Take your broom outside, place both hands on the stave and focus on your intention - gathering in your harvest for winter. Turn slowly three times in a clockwise direction then start to sweep towards your door saying:

"By one, two, three and four, sweep Lammas gifts to my door. May abundance be a constant friend, by my hearth till Winter's end."

Repeat this three times, then take your besom/broom back into your house and put it in its usual place. You can leave the ribbon on for as long as want to, for a lunar month, or until winter is done. If you have made your own broom you can place it where you consider the heart of your home to be. The mint can be returned to the earth with thanks.

If you do not have an outside space you can sweep from your front door inwards to either your kitchen or hearth using the same charm.

Charm donated with generous heart by the Counter Enchantress.

05/12/2024

01/16/2024

And look better doing it!
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01/01/2024

May 2024 be a wonderful year for all 🖤

01/01/2024

It's new years eve all around us and while I did my new years endings beginning for Solstice here is just a fun meme.
Wishing you all a better 2024.
Light a candle, pour libations or give food to the ancestors . What would be the best learning from 2023? What was really tough and may need cleansing?
What gifts would you like to bring into the new year and is there a deity or guide to call in by your side?

01/01/2024

We hope everybody had a safe and happy new year. May this year be filled with blessings and positivity for you and yours.

12/21/2023

A blessed Solstice to all.

12/21/2023

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12/08/2023

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Keira Cronesgrove

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

Poem author C.C. Williford
Artist "Mother Nature" by Doll Artist Karen Baker

11/01/2023

I can't believe this is going on in the 21st century. SMH

https://www.erienewsnow.com/story/49864455/franklin-community-reacts-to-witch-walk-controversy?fbclid=IwAR1tYUCIvsGk6PrvOujsopr-4Ti2OFDMWOHpwmsAeuYDnBdgVMuTuRccKk4

09/12/2023

I'm sorry I haven't been on here lately.
Battling health issues and hopefully, I will be back to making my brooms soon.
❤️❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️❤️

06/06/2023

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06/06/2023

Not everything needs to take a lot of time to be effective. It is all about your intention and how you feel when you do it.

~Lunamarissa~

06/06/2023

As I will it, So mote it be 🙏🏼🙌✨️💜

06/06/2023

Regina

06/06/2023

Someone shared this on yesterday's post and it was just too great not to give it a share of its own!

From Salem Witch Museum

06/06/2023

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06/06/2023

Stamped concrete with staining made to look like live edge wood 🪵

06/06/2023

"Lei era una Strega sempre, e non solo nella stagione delle zucche, sempre e per sempre nelle profondità della sua anima. " - Mickie Mueller
Fonte pagina amica Witch Clubhouse

03/21/2023

A Blessed Ostara to everyone.