The First FriYay of Our New Book!!!

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Good Evening Lovies. It is officially the weekend, although I am pretty sure to some, it has been a "weekend" since we tossed 2024 out the backdoor and shuffled 2025 in the front door!!! How are you all doing? Have your livers recovered?? 

Before I continue on, for those of you still travelling, or about to embark on your journeys home; I bid you uneventful travels and may you all get to your destination safely.

I don't really have a topic to discuss right now; but we all know that somewhere I will have something pop up and desperately I will voice it here. Currently, the waters are calm and sailing is smooth, so to speak.

I am entering 2025, the Year of Retribution, with a clear conscience and pure heart. I am not wishing ill-will on anyone. I only ask this...

Within this year of '25
The Crafter's roots come back to life.
The souls of old can now awaken,
Witches paths to be left unshaken.
Let the light guide anew,
spell-cast strength and follow through.
May ye will be grant and given,
And from this year the evil driven.

I am only really making ONE commitment this year. Something fairly simple. I need to focus far more on my craft. I have been neglecting things for far too long. I guess "neglect" is a bit of a harsh word, considering the circumstances I have been dealt these past few years. I am no longer going to be the "victim" of circumstances... This is my life. This is my will. So mote it be!!!

I have also decided I would like to dedicate more time to searching into my family's history. I know, I have touched on this subject a bit in the past, but the older I am getting, the deeper the craving is becoming. I yearn for places I ne'er been. I long for tales that my blood whispers in my ears, as I gaze off with a small smile on my face. I am homesick for a place, I have not been to in this lifetime, but a place where I long to be. 

I know it is called "Hiraeth" 

(Ironically, I found out I have Welsh in my family only in the last few years, so it is kind of amazing why this word makes sooooo much sense to me)...

HIRAETH is a deep longing for something, especially one's home. It cannot be translated perfectly into English; the closest it comes to is "homesickness", but it is something far greater. It captures a deep, bittersweet feeling of longing, and nostalgia that goes beyond simply missing a place or person. It is a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was!!!

That being said, I am eager to study more about my "homeland", as I am first generation Canadian on one side of my family. The other side is English, Irish and Scottish as well. The Norse part intrigues me; but it is not in the sense people think. I am tired of people who find out that they have Norse blood running through their veins and now claim to be "Vikings"... Do they not realize that being a "Viking" was an occupation, not a race??? Some people are just really daft!!!

Anywho, those are my two main goals for this year. Nothing that makes promises I cannot keep. Nothing that can lead to heartache... for me, nor my beloved. I will continue to be the same, sarcastic, opinionated, loud-mouth, ever-loving, warrior, justice-seeking, woman I have always been. I will continue to wear the pronouns of Bytch and Wytch proudly... It is what it is!!! 

Have a great night Lovies. Stay safe. Stay warm/cool. Be well. Be blessed. Most of all, Be Loved.

~ Phoenix

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