Wicca is a Pagan religion. Paganism is a term a lot of people are familiar with and more info can be found here.

I am a Christian. I know that sounds like it’s not possible, however Christian Wicca is a new path of Christian spirituality as well as a new tradition of Wicca. In Christian Wicca, we recognize the Christian Godhead as our choice of deity – we recognize the male aspect as the Divine Father (God), the female aspect Mother Mary (Goddess) and their child, our Messiah (Jesus). These are our chosen deities – we do not recognize or worship any other.

Wicca is a modern practice based on the old ways: communing with the Divine through nature: Deus et Natura – God & Nature. The word witchcraft was not even associated until the Inquisition where the Catholic church thought it to be a threat to the new religion in Rome: Christianity.

The term Wicca is derived from the old Anglo-Saxon word “wicce,” (pronounced “witch-eee”) and there you can see what gave rise to the commonly used word “witch.” “Wicce” meant a practitioner of the Old Religion, as well as reflects the influence of the Old Norse word “vitke,” which meant “a priestess or seer.” The word pagan is from the Latin
“paganus,” which means “a country dweller.” “Heathen,” another related term also misinterpreted, which means “one who dwelt on the heath.” The heath would be the plains or flatlands.

Some history:

The writings and teachings of Gerald Gardner of the New Forest coven
in England mark the dawning of Wicca. After the last of the anti-witchcraft
laws in England were repealed in 1954, Gardner published his coven’s Book
of Shadows along with others believing that the Craft was dying out. He
dedicated his life to retrieving lost information about the native religions of
Europe. This was a difficult task because most of the old religion was
handed down from generation to generation by mouth; keep in mind that
most farming cultures could not read or write. Unlike Christianity, there was
no “Bible” simply because the modern printing press had not been invented
at the time!

This approach of communing with the Divine as the Holy Trinity via the
personal spiritual methods of Wicca is the key to the name of this Wiccan
tradition – Trinitarian. The definition of Trinitarian Wicca is as an eclectic
form of Wicca mixed with various aspects of Christianity, which may differ
with each practitioner. These sources of Christianity include the Holy Bible,
the Kabbalah, the Apocrypha, Pseudopigrapha, and the Gnostic Gospels.

Now I have read a lot about religion – and I particular love the Gnostic Gospels – and the bible. I was raised to fear God – to fear eternal fire and damnation. What a way for a little kid to get familiar with God. I was always scared when we walked into church for every week we had to memorize a Bible verse and I was always afraid I would forget mine. I grew up fearing God and his wrath. It wasn’t until I became an adult that I realized that Jesus taught us to love, to turn the other cheek, to love one another and forgive.

I now believe that ours is a loving and forgiving God, one who waits for us with open arms, one who is with us at all times. I have personally developed my own relationship with our Lord and I believe in his power, I believe in our Messiah Jesus and that he walked among us and was a master. I believe that the Virgin Mary was chosen to bear our savior and should be revered as our Earth Mother. I believe in prayer and can personally attest it’s power. I also believe that we all have power. We are all divine creatures and the Kingdom of Heaven is within us.

Jesus said:

I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.

Welcome to the new Hidden Housewivery!

Blessed Be,
Willow

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Hi my name is Willow and I am the new owner of this blog! I have tried and tried to get the domain name from Vanessa but she just wouldn’t part with it so she brought me on as a new author. After much consideration, she finally relented and gave me the blog, but only if I promised not to change the design right now, to which I happily agreed! For now, I am keeping the design, but I am reorganizing it a little, but don’t worry! I won’t delete her old posts, however few there are.

Let me tell you a little about myself:

I am a wife, mother and witch. Now, when I say witch I don’t mean like Samantha Stevens on Bewitched:

although, how cool would that be? What I mean is, I am Wiccan and have been for well over a decade. In this blog, I hope to educate those who are unfamiliar with my religion and share my experiences!

Check back as I will begin posting regularly!

Peace and Blessings!

Willow

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Since I don’t have time for this blog, I am bringing in another person to update more regularly. Why? Because she wants my domain name and I won’t give it up.

I will also state that any opinions, reviews or subjects posted here do not necessarily reflect mine. That means that if she posts something not involved with alcoholism or recovery or anything that I personally stand for, then she is responsible for that post.

With that being said, let me introduce Willow. She won’t let me post her picture until she gets a good one so you’ll have to wait and see what she looks like later I guess. She is all about interesting things and interesting people so I am sure you will enjoy her.

I will be around, but my posting schedule is more like once a month because I travel for work and never think about this blog but don’t tell my designer/bff that!

Post away Willow!

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Today the following happened:
1. I called in sick
2. I went grocery shopping
3. I went to the thrift store
4. I bought new shoes at the mall
5. I went out to lunch by myself
6. I went to the bookstore
7. I went to Office Depot
8. I went to the fabric store
9. I went home at my normal time
10. No one even knew I didn’t go to work

It was a mental health day. I need more of those.

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There’s a new girl at work. She is a total bitch. She came in under me yet has the nerve to try and tell me what to do.

She won’t last long.

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Ok it is time to be brutally honest. Every woman over 40 has chin hairs. It’s a fact.

Mine are black as night and tough as bristle. I worry that they will be seen so I never go anywhere without my tweezers, it just doesn’t happen in my world.

I might have been a wee bit over zealous today because I missed the whisker and pinched myself.

Now I have a scab on my chin and a giant black hair that I cannot pull out since it hurts so bad.

I just can’t win for losing sometimes.

I think it may be time for a waxing folks.

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My chiweiner is missing. He left and just never came back, or maybe someone took him. Maybe the long horns behind my house killed him, or maybe he got scared because I ran over 3 of my dogs in my driveway.

Every time I tried to leave, there was one beneath my tires. They were injured, not killed but maybe he got wise and left while he could.

I sure will miss that little booger.

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I found this article and it is really good – enjoy!
Reprinted from Jezebel.com – written by anonymous:

I’m a Mom and I’m Stoned Right Now

I wanted to get my husband to watch our daughter so I could get stoned and pound out this essay about being a mom who smokes pot. But when I stepped back into our apartment after smoking about half a bowl of something called “purple train wreck” out on the terrace, I knew I’d never be able to get any work done with this cute ass baby around to distract me. In the middle of playing some totally vacant, rule-less game that involved pretending to chew stuff, making growling noises, and giggling, I realized that she’s like the funniest fucking person I’ve ever met. Anybody who thinks that weed makes parents ignore their children has clearly never been high around one.

Once upon a time, back when I was young and stupid enough to think that 30 was old, I thought that one magical day in the indeterminate future I’d just naturally age out of my predilection for smoking pot. That never happened. And why would it? Weed is awesome. I’ve always preferred it to alcohol. It doesn’t have the calories or the hangover.

And I’ve never had a glass of wine and been captivated by children’s books like I have after smoking a bowl. Staring at a page for God only knows how long, I caught myself saying very seriously, “Where is Waldo? I don’t think he’s in this one. Is he definitely always in it?”

I turned to my husband for an answer. He was cooking in the kitchen and I caught him trying to smash up garlic cloves with the end of some kind of broom handle instead of the Pampered Chef garlic press my aunt gave me at my wedding shower. See, that is exactly the kind of shit that would’ve irrationally pissed me off if I hadn’t smoked. Instead, I just laughed.

Weed takes the edge off of my fatigue-induced bitchiness. It helps me not care so much about things. Wait, that sounds bad! I mean, it helps me not care about the stupid little unimportant things that I have a habit of getting hung up on and stressed about, like how my husband chooses to crush garlic. I don’t mean to shatter your world view or anything, but being a lifelong pothead doesn’t mean you’re relegated to living in your parents’ basement or being a deflated sack of skin on the couch, as many anti-marijuana PSAs would suggest. In fact, I’m a highly (pun intended) functioning member of society.

I have a full-time job. I’m a taxpayer. I’m a registered voter. I’m regularly contributing to my 401k and IRA. I’m married. I’m a homeowner. I’m a mom. I’m a stoner. I’m never going to find Waldo.

My husband grabbed the book out of my hands. “I have amazing scanning abilities. He’s right here. Do they have races for these? I’d win.” He tossed he book back to me and the baby.

“I don’t know. Hey, is the Special Olympics every four years, too?” I asked sincerely as he went back to cooking. Pot really enables free association.

“Yeah, if they don’t lose count.”

It took me an embarrassingly long time to get what he meant by that, that’s how slow I was. But slow people can take care of babies! If you don’t think so, then you’re ableist. If you don’t know what that is, look it up. That’s the best way to learn something and retain the information.

Anyway, half-laughing at a stupid Special Olympics joke might make me a bad person, but it doesn’t make me a bad parent. And neither does occasionally smoking weed. I’m not getting all crazy, hanging out of limo sun roofs, smoking weed off of hookers’ tits. I tend to ride out my buzz by giggling with my family, eating dinner, doing the dishes, putting the baby to bed and watching an episode of Friday Night Lights. One of the more exciting developments for me in recent weeks is when I started following Fuck Yeah Taylor Kitsch on Tumblr. If that isn’t some boring ass mom shit, I don’t know what is.

The point of all of this is that I know I’m not the only one, and I know I’m in good company, but I wish that more parents were open about smoking pot in order to reduce the stigma associated with it. You know, I’m a mom, but I’m also a person. Don’t put me in a box. Unless it’s a hot box.

Image via Elena Ioachim/Shutterstock.

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It was announced today that Adele had an alcohol problem.

So?

She went through a hard time I guess – we all do. Why is celebrity heartbreak so important? They are just people. Alcoholism is hard to handle, trust me.

Leave that poor woman alone.

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Did you know that after they take your gallbladder out you will randomly shit yourself? It’s sad but true.

One day, many months after surgery, I walked my 10 month old daughter to her babysitter’s house. It was a warm spring day and I thought a stroller ride would give me some exercise and make baby girl so happy.

Dropped her off, got about a block away and bam. The pain hit. I tried to walk faster but I still had about 4 city blocks to walk.

So went my walk of shame. 4 city blocks with my pants full of shit.

Life is funny.

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