52 Week Blog Challenge ~ Week 5 ~ My Favorite Holiday 

I’d have to say that my favorite holiday is Halloween or Samhain.

That’s probably because my favorite season is fall and I love practically everything about fall, including its major holiday.

I’ve loved Halloween for as long as I can remember. The cooler temps, the colors, decorations, the smells… everything.

I remember in my childhood, going to the church beside my house at Halloween.  They did a party for the kids from the church and neighborhood every year.  They had games like bean-bag-toss and bobbing for apples.  It always smelled like cinnamon and apples in there from the hot cider they served alongside the hot chocolate.

I also always enjoyed the idea that for one day out of the year, it was ok to be whatever you wanted to be.  A ghost, a hobo, a cartoon character…even a witch.

As an adult, the holiday has come to have a deeper meaning to me as well, including the thinning of the veil and honoring our ancestors, but I’ll never forget crunching through the dry leaves and smelling apple cider simmering.

SOC Sunday ~ Week in Review

This week has been busy.  Mini-Me is attempting to plan a wedding that is now just over a month away and has now turned into a wedding in my front yard.

The transmission went out in Chicklet’s truck, so I had to go help get her and her truck home and now we’re sharing my truck or I’m running her if I have to have it, too.

I’ve been staying so busy with family that I’ve been having a hard time getting things done around here when they’re supposed to be getting done and by the end of the day, I can barely stand up.

My allergies have been raging out of control as well.  All the pollen.  Everything looks beautiful blooming out there, but it’s wreaking havoc on my sinuses.

Paul and I have also been trying to sort out some things between us.  It’s still a work in progress, but at least we’re trying.

Because I feel so crappy, today’s post will be short.  I hope you all had a beautiful weekend!

Here are the links to a couple of posts from earlier in the week, just in case you missed them.

This one is about the FlyLady System that I follow in my own home (usually).

This one was my 52-week blog challenge post for this week.

And here is the one I did about using up the left-over shampoo, soap and conditioner you might have lying around the house.

52-Week Blog Challenge ~ Week 3

Meet My Family

I’m not sure if I’m supposed to include myself here or not, but I figured, what the hell?  Right?  So, here is a peek at my family!

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Dawn (Kena), The Hearth Witch


I am 42 years old, as of March 2017.

I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother (GiGi).

I’m also a Hearth Witch (Domestic Pagan, Domestic Diva), blogger and avid gamer.

I like to make homemade things like cleaners and beauty products, and I support Green Living and Sustainability.

I like to grow things.

I love to cook.

I struggle with Mental Illness.

I am an Animal Rights advocate.

I support the LGTBQ movement.

I drink lots and lots of coffee.

My family, or The Tribe, are my world.  They mean everything to me.

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Paul (Drako)

I met this guy in December of 1995.  He’s my soulmate, Twin Flame and the love of my life.

We met while I was having a nervous breakdown in 1995 (another story for another time) and he loved me anyway and helped me through it.

In 1997, we married and he became part of mine and Mini-Me’s life and he helped me raise her.  He’s been her Daddy since she was three years old.

He’s a Taurus, the strong and silent type.  He was in the Army when I met him and that period of his life helped to shape the man he became.

Because we were so young when we met (I was 20 and he was 22), we practically grew up together.  We’ve both changed a lot, and trust me when I say that we have been through a lot, but my love for him has never changed.

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Me and my Mini-Me

The product of my very short-lived first marriage (again, another story for another time).

This girl is what my world has rotated around since I was 17 (almost 18) and first heard the words, “You’re pregnant”.

She has made me the woman I am today and although my first marriage didn’t make it, I consider her a gift and a blessing every day.

She’s gifted in ways that I never was.  Very artistic, has the voice of an angel, can make just about anything.

She loves to bake, sew, sing and make things.

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The Pain

This guy will officially be our son-in-law in June 2017.  He and Mini-Me have been together for four years now and are the proud parents of Squishy.

At first, Paul and I were upset about the age difference between Mini-Me and The Pain, but he makes her happy and they love each other.

He’s good to our family and is always there if I need him for anything.

He’s very protective of The Tribe.

He loves to hunt and fish and is almost always covered in camo.


This little girl has stolen my heart, just like her Mommy did.

If you had told me when I had Mini-Me that there was any love that compared to the love you feel for your own child, I would have told you that it wasn’t possible.  No way could you feel love as intense as what you do for your child.

I was wrong.

At the tender age of three, she has each of us wrapped around her chubby little finger, me especially.

She already shows signs of artistic abilities and loves music and Scooby Doo.


Sometimes, adopted family can mean just as much to you as your actual family.  That’s certainly the case with Chicklet.

About 10 years ago, Mini-Me found her locked out of our next door neighbor’s house trying to get in to get to her dog, Smooches, who has now gone on over the Rainbow Bridge.  Mini-Me came and got me and we got her furbaby for her.

Somehow, she ended up sleeping on our couch a few weeks later and she never really left.

Since then, she’s become like a daughter to us and has been there for our family through thick and thin.

She loves our family and is fiercely protective of us.

She enjoys performing arts, music, reading and is very active in politics.

My Daddy

This guy right here is super-special!

He wasn’t always my daddy, but he’s always been a father-figure.

When I was born, he was my mom’s best friend and he and his first wife were asked to be my godparents.  I called him “Uncle” until I was 10 when he and my mom finally decided to get married.

Since then, he has been Daddy.

He’s smart beyond reason and I’ve called him a “walking encyclopedia” most of my life.

He loves me and my little family and there’s not much he wouldn’t do for us.

He’s intelligent, artistic, loves to read and I have had some of the best conversations of my life with him.

He instilled in me a love and respect for nature and taught me nearly everything I know about everything.

So, now you’ve met the core family.  There are other people, like TimberLeaves and Sweetpea, that I do consider part of our family, but this is my Tribe.

Blog Challenge ~ Week 2 My Favorite Things

If you’re looking for last week’s post, you can find it here and learn about my best friend and sister-of-the-heart, Timber Leaves.

This week’s topic is My Favorite Things.  That’s a hard one to narrow down because I’m finding that there are a lot of things that I consider my favorite things, lol.

  1. I guess the top of the list has to be my family.  They are definitely one of my favorite things and you’ll learn more about them in next week’s post, Meet My Family.
  2. Behind that would have to be all things domestic.  While I don’t necessarily love the actual process of cleaning, I do find that I love taking care of my family and to me, being domestic is just one of the ways I tell my family that I love them.
  3. Gardening is also one of my favorite things, although it’s been about 2 years since I was able to do more than regrowing a few food items in the window.  I’m hoping this year will be different now that I’m getting around better.  I have a thing for herbs both in my spiritual practices and for household uses, including cooking.
  4. Of course, I also love blogging.  I guess that much is obvious, or I wouldn’t be sitting here typing this, lol.
  5. Cooking from scratch is another of my favorites.  Before the accident, I made nearly everything from scratch.  Bread, butter, cool whip, coffee creamer (which I still make for DH because that’s one of his favorite things), you name it.  While I admit to buying store bought bread now for sandwiches, I intend to start making homemade bread again for everything else.
  6. Homesteading.  Although I consider myself more of a “Modern Homesteader” or “Urban Homesteader” since we don’t have livestock and we live near the city.  We have all the modern conveniences excpet for cable TV which we choose not to have, but I prefer a more rustic and simple lifestyle to the “Rat Race” the world has become.  DH and Chicklet’s jobs are necessary to pay the bills, but at home, I try to create a more relaxed environment than the one they have to deal with for their jobs.
  7. World of Warcraft.  Everyone has their own way of unwinding from a long day and WoW is one of mine.
  8. A good book, especially if that book is written by Stephen King or Dean Koontz, two of my favorite authors.
  9. A good cup of coffee.  Be it hot or cold, a good cup of coffee is a guilty pleasure of mine.
  10. Water.  I’m a Pisces and water soothes my soul.  I love lakes and beaches, hot baths and hot showers.  Daily contact with water is necessary to keep me balanced and mentally and emotionally healthy.
  11. All things DIY and repurposing.  While I’m not exactly crafty, I do love making homemade cleaners, bath and beauty products and finding a new life for old things.
  12. Animals, particularly dogs and farm animals.  We have a total of six dogs between us in our house and we have plans to one day have at least chickens and a goat.
  13. All things Pagan and Spiritual.  I have an eclectic soul and I have spent years of my life studying many different religions and spiritual practices.  I also love Tarot Cards and dragons.  Dragons are our household totems and guardians, which is why we call our home “The Lair”.  It’s actually short for “The Dragon’s Lair”.

So, I’m sure there are many tings that I have missed that I could have added to the list, but this seems like it covers the main priorities in my life.

What are some of your favorite things?  If you’d like to share, leave me a comment so I can get to know you better, too!

52-Week Blog Challenge ~ Week 1 My Best Friend

So, I decided to jump on this 52-week Blog Challenge to kick off the posting on my blog and give everyone a chance to get to know me a little better.

Week 1 is Meet My Best Friend.  That would be this lady, Timber Leaves.  Out of respect for her privacy, since she’s also a blogger and hasn’t posted a picture of herself on her blog, I won’t post a picture of her here on mine either, but I can still tell you a little bit about her and our relationship.


“So, how’s life on your side of the world?”

That’s how many of our letters when we were teenagers ended.  Living in different states as teens was hard and the distance felt tangible to both of us.

We were pen-pals through our teen years and into our young-adult years, back before we both got internet.  Then, we became AOL pen-pals, lol.

She has been my best friend for so long, that she hardly even qualifies as a friend anymore and is more like a sister.  I’ve always loved the way she puts it…”sisters of the 112a85b21888c2b6537f5d77e296fee2heart”, and we are.

In spite of how long we’ve known each other, we could not be more different from each other in some fundamental ways.  Our lives have gone in completely different directions since childhood.

We both became teenagers and I went to live with my mom and dad (I was raised by another family member until I was nearly 13, but that’s another post for another time).  When I was 16, she moved to another state and a few years later, she got married and started a family.

I got married and started a family here.  That’s pretty much where the similarities end.

This lady has had a large piece of my heart since childhood.  She is one of my oldest remaining friends.

Her and her parents moved in down the street from me when I was about nine.  My cousin, Bradley, who was like a brother to me, and who I miss dearly, met her first, but when we did finally meet, it was like putting on a pair of old jeans.

The fit was perfect somehow.  I will always believe that we are a type of soulmates.  Not the romantic kind, but I believe that there are different kinds of soulmates in the world.  She is one of mine.

Our friendship has endured, in spite of how different we turned out.

Although very open-minded about my lifestyle choices, she is completely straight and Christian while I am mostly straight (I considered myself bi when I was younger but since the accident, it’s just me and the hubby) and Pagan.

She homeschooled her kids and when her two oldest were pretty much grown, she went to college and made a career for herself while Mini-Me went to public schools and I was mostly either a stay-at-home mom or worked in the food industry.

She has always been close with her biological family while I had very little bio-family and mostly made my own family from some of the awesome people who have been part of my life over the years, including her.

I can say that regardless of what our families were made up of, being very family-oriented is another thing that we do have in common.

We were supposed to always live down the street from each other like we did when we were kids.  Our kids were supposed to grow up together.  Our girls, who are approximately one year apart in age, kind of did, but it was a mostly pen-pal and online friendship.  Honestly, ours has been, too.

0729489afc795362fab62e78cf3b1001It was her that first introduced me to two of my favorite pastimes, blogging, and World of Warcraft.

This woman has such a huge piece of my heart that I feel like she’s with me everywhere I go, even though we live so far apart from each other.

Time and distance haven’t really changed much with us, though.


Last summer the hubby and I visited her and her family.  We hadn’t seen each other in nearly 20 years when I walked into her house.

13615407_1728881887366503_6566130084186107801_nOn the way there, part of me started to worry that things would be so different.  I mean, we’re grown now with grown kids.

I was a grandma already and she was a soon-to-be grandma at the time.  Our lives had gone in completely different directions in the years in between.

I thought maybe it would be awkward.  Maybe we’d find that we didn’t have anything in common anymore and it would be weird, which I knew would hurt my heart in ways I couldn’t put into words.  Turns out, there was no need to worry.

It’s rare when you can find someone with whom, no matter the amount of time that has passed or the distance that separates you, nothing changes.

It was like we were kids again.  20 years melted away in a moment and I saw that gangly girl on a bicycle riding past my house, in a water bottle fight with my cousin.

We spent the whole time we were there giggling like school girls, sharing our love of
13600168_1728883187366373_3760669843816034079_ncreepy things by visiting a few landmark graveyards near her house, and whispering about our husbands like we once did about our boyfriends.

She lives near the ocean in the city where I was born (but, ironically enough, not where we met) and the trip was to double as a healing trip for me.

I’m a Pisces and nothing heals my heart and soul quite like the water does.  After the accident that nearly took my life and left me permanently disabled, I needed spiritual and emotional healing desperately.

I hadn’t told her of my plans to do a personal healing while I was there, but when I wandered off alone to the water, not only did she instinctively give me the solitude I needed, she snapped a picture of the moment.  Somehow she just knew.  She always knows.


She has seen me through some of my darkest hours.  She knows the ugly side of me.  She’s seen me at some of my worst moments in life.  She knows my imperfections and my short-comings, and she loves me anyway.

And that’s what a best friend is, right?  Someone who just knows you.  Someone who knows, not just the good and the happy parts of you, but someone who knows where you hide all the dark parts behind your smile, and loves you anyway.  Sometimes they love you in spite of the dark parts…sometimes, they love because of them.

Either way, they love you, and that’s what counts.