HearthBeats: Notes from a Kitchen Witch

Blessed be and welcome. Glad to see you here…Pull up a chair and grab a cuppa tea..

I have recently been reassessing my ideas about some thing and thinking very long on my definition of some thing.. Why?? Because I had someone send me a nastygram (well sort of) This person basically stated to me that it takes more than sending out some recipes and green ideas to be a kitchen witch. It takes spells and rituals that involve the kitchen and food. It takes chants and altars and candles.( I am not sending the whole nastygram)

Well all I can say is WOW…REALLY.  So I have studied and talked to some folks and looked deep within… and I disagree strongly with this. My opinion is( and I do hate opinions…) to be a Kitchen Witch you need to be centered on your home and hearth, on cooking with the intent to make your family strong, safe, healthy and balanced, on maintaining a happy environment for God/dess and learning and an open environment that ideas and energy can flow.

I have taught many that being a witch is not all about the spellwork or the cool tools…it is about what you DO with your intentions and energies. When I cook I do not always chant over my sauce or light candle while making a cake.. but the intentions for health and protection goes into my sauce with my basil and my cake it baked with all the love and birthday wishes I can put in.. but I do not do this because I have to.. It is all in the make up of it. I LIVE this life… not just act it out. My intentions do not always NEED to be broadly acted out.. because they are ALWAYS there.

Now I know that I should not allow another persons opinion to bother or sway me. But I also do not want to slight all of you. I have been sending information and recipes that I would like to read about, things that would better my home and hearth and family, things that would make it cheaper for me to take care of my home and hearth.

If you all would like more kitchen spells and chants and spell work.. I can research it and write about it. You only need to let me know. The only requirement I have is that whatever you ask for MUST be kitchen or hearth, food or family. And I will do my level best to bring it to you.

And on that note I have a story to share with you .. It is all about perception… This story was shared with me.. and I wish to share it with you.. as I have shared it with many in the years since I received it. I credit Angel with the writing of this.. even though I have no idea who Angel is.

The Halloween Witch


Each year they parade her about … The traditional witch.
Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair,

and a toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose.

Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw,
protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind, merely a Halloween caricature.

I disagree.

I believe this is how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches were women, were abducted in the night,
and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under secrecy of darkness,
to be presented by the light of the day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened, normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture.

To be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her,
and to give names or whatever would stop the questions.

Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love…

All created to free and save her soul from her depraved body.

The crowds viewed the results of hours of torture.

The face, bruised and broke, by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green.

The once warm and loving smile gone, Replaced by a grimace broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered, disfigured nose.

The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away lovely tresses.

Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support.

Fractured fingers locked like groping claws to steady her broken body.

All resemblances of humanity gone.

This was truly a demon, a Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all.

I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.

Each year I shed tears of respect and remember her involuntary sacrifice in the name of religion.

Written by Angel 6/99

This story reminds us of those who were persecuted as witches though many were healers and midwives, women who owned land, and those who spoke out against the rules of the time.

This poem is not in any way intended to ‘bash” Christianity, it is simply a reference to the history that is fact based.

With these things in mind I hope you will remember the Halloween Witch, along with all the others who have gone before you.

Until next time

Blessed Home and Hearth

The Hearthkeeper

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