I’m Gretchen, a certified Spirituality Coach, Tarot Reader, World’s Okayest Mom, Magick Maker, and Vermont Mountain Dweller. This is my diary.
D and I have never practiced “magick” together, though we come from some incredibly strong, spiritual women. The energy was electric. I realized that I could feel her aura, that it was strong and protective…
Today is a new moon -- a great time to think about which energies you want to bring into your life and those you'd like to send out of your life.
How powerful it is to wander, to just walk where you feel led to walk, with only your inner voice to guide you! I found the best treasures.
In the 1800s, it was common to hold seance parties. Guests would communicate with spirits by asking them to knock in response, to let you know of their presence. I gave it a try with Gram, and it didn’t disappoint.
My mom also was led to believe, through her research, that Lizzie had been born in Ogdensburg (my hometown!), at the St. Lawrence State Hospital, built as an insane asylum in 1886.
I can so very much relate to this place. I too am pieces of other people's plans, partially torn up, sealed and unsealed, a mismatched display of things that I think I should be.
Two lives riddled with imperfections, communication struggles, growing pains. A hand to hold through the best and worst of it.
A can't save me, but he is teaching me how to fight for myself, how to bring out the protector and warrior in me. And I can't save him, but I am trying to show him how to love himself and find purpose in his life.
Witherbee Road is a path between the hamlets of Port Henry and Witherbee, New York. It winds and climbs away from Lake Champlain until it splits into two roads, West Street and Wasson Street.
The main focus of this project has really been the research and writing is really a celebration of the women in our family and so, last night, when my aunt told me…
When I was kneeling to place rocks, E watered my feet. I hope I grow into someone she is always proud of.
My to-do list is gathering dust in the corner, but today I walked city streets, drank coffee with my best friend (E), avoided the rain, ate crepes, and bought myself a present (more to come on that)!
Wishing you all a blessed Beltane! Beltane is a Celtic fire festival, honoring life and celebrating the end of Spring and the beginning of Summer.
We got a bottle of Disaronno and got tipsy. We laughed, sang, and acted silly. It felt good to let the anxiety and stress slip away and just be present.
My favorite place to treasure hunt is at our local antique store. It's a big old house with aisles of treasures. There are some designated sections for dishes, books, jewelry, but the owner has also just smashed things in where they fit, so you never know what you'll find where.
Monday night, back in Vermont, A and I went to the river and climbed the rocks up to the waterfall.
Margaret was from Watertown, New York, about an hour away from my hometown. The name Gretchen is also a variation of Margaret. I love the connection.
Researching a family through the history of women is always a challenge. Their names change as they marry, and their existence is rarely documented beyond birth and marriage records.
A and I met by chance in Vermont and found out we're both from the same town in New York, hence the friendship... and more.
Last week, I asked the universe to help provide me with the closest equivalent of my great-grandmother's diary, if she had kept one in the late 1920s. I stumbled upon these two lovely journals on Friday.
To be truly seen is the most intoxicating feeling. It's terrifying to feel so exposed and then exhilarating to feel stripped of every filter and still loved so intensely.
Sister, Blessed with laughter and tiny hands and feet, That press back against mine, With a strength, That almost tears the fabric of her playpen, "She'll be a dancer," they say